Chapter 9
THE WARMTH OF MY FATHER’S spell drifted over my whole body, which was surprising. I’d thought it would focus only on my belly, but instead it seemed to test my entire blood stream. I could feel the tickle on the tips of my fingertips all the way down to the soles of my feet. Even my roots buzzed with activity. I wasn’t sure how this was going to test whether I was pregnant or not, but I couldn’t find it in me to open my mouth and ask. I was too afraid of what the answer might be.
For that particular subject to be broached by an invasive spell by my father, I didn’t have any time to figure out what I actually wanted.
When the nice, sunshine feeling stopped, my eyes popped open and I looked at him expectantly.
“Well?” I asked.
When he didn’t say anything right away, my stomach
