Walker took the news of the baby quite well. Actually, he’d been jubilant. She’d never seen him so happy, then terrified, all at once. But then he’d sobered. “You…you are asking me to help you raise the baby, aren’t you? You’re not going to…give it up?” His Adam’s apple bobbed. His sight had mostly returned with the disappearance of magic—it seemed it was more curse than ailment—and his eyes pinned her now.
She shook her head. “You’re the father, Walker.”
Her reassurance didn’t wipe the doubt from his eyes—doubt she’d instilled in him. Guilt was like a bullet festering inside her. She’d done so many people wrong, and all for nothing in the end. She had to make things right. “Marry me,” she said.
He blinked. “Are you telling me, or asking?”
Her cheeks heated, and she scoffed. “You gonna
