Grace's POV
"Let me get this straight," Quinn said, setting her water glass back down on the table after I spilled the beans about me marrying Hunter. "You're marrying Hunter. Your sister's husband. Two weeks after her funeral. Because you're pregnant."
I winced at her bluntness. "When you put it like that— We haven't talked about a date yet… So, it would be longer than two weeks."
"How else should I put it, Grace?" Her voice was calm, but her eyes were sharp. I could tell she was worried about me. "You're pregnant with his baby… and the witch's baby, and now you're marrying him. The timing is... questionable at best. What's he worried about?"
"It's for the baby," I said, the rehearsed explanation sounding hollow even to my own ears. "It gives us both legal rights. It makes things clea
