Gracie’s POV
“Tavin, what do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice sharp but shaky. His footsteps trailed behind mine as we walked through the narrow path that led from the healer’s quarters to the clearing where our temporary shelter stood.
“What do I mean by what?” he asked back, though I could tell from the tone of his voice that he knew exactly what I was referring to.
“You asked me if I knew anything about Aria’s baby. Why would you say something like that?”
Tavin caught up to me and stepped in front of me, blocking my path. His brows were drawn together in that stern, thoughtful way he had when he was trying to put a puzzle together. “Because something doesn’t feel right,” he said simply.
I blinked at him. “Of course it doesn’t feel right,” I snapped. “We were ambushed by rogues.
