Tryson 's arm tensed beneath her hand and his face was so light he appeared nearly gray.
"Tryson , what—"
"Was she pregnant?" he requested Pete, his face drawn and tight.
Pete's eyebrows rose. "Not that I comprehend of."
Tryson 's lips thinned and the little muscle mass at the returned of his jaw twitched. "Are you certain?"
"Well, no. I mean. I did not ask her. If she was, it would have had to be early because she wasn't showing, and she did not scent of it."
Tryson nodded, however still didn't open his eyes. Diane 's coronary heart was pounding. Something was sincerely scaring him. "Tryson ," she said urgently, "What is it? You look terrible. What's wrong?"
"I suppose I recognize what she died of. And I think… I assume I understand what the human beings are doing with all the fem
