Serena:
I said nothing as Helena guided me away from Alexander’s room.
For once I had no sarcastic retort ready, no sharp comment to fling at the air; I had neither the energy nor the inclination to argue about being sent back to my room like a child who needed to be removed until the adults finished their business. My thoughts were elsewhere, circling the same impossible fact until it made my head ache.
He had an heir. A living, breathing child who carried his blood.
If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense.
Helena must have noticed
