*Rhys*
Mirabelle was wrong about my father being a distraction. She is a distraction. I stare at the patient who has just arrived at the castle, not even seeing her distended abdomen; instead, I notice the way Mirabelle’s eyes darkened, shifting from blue irritability to… something else.
It’s just s****l desire, of course. The same thing that leads a million men to turn themselves into total asses. She is outrageously beautiful, and I… well, the Goddess knows why she wants me, but she does. Or at least, she seems to.
Suddenly, I hear Lùmien’s voice. “You are very large for five months, Mrs. Otter. Have there been any twins in your family?” He taps her stomach on one side and then the other.
“You look like someone trying to select a ripe melon,” I say, pushing my cousin to the side. “Sh
