Isabel Castillo’s cool, proud features were almost sympathetic. Her dark gaze lingered on me for a moment, so long that an entirely different kind of unease began to creep over me. At last she spoke. “No, I think now it very much depends on Angela.”
“On me?” I asked. What the hell was she driving at?
“I have…a feeling. Nothing more than that, but my feelings have never steered me wrong. I will give you the support of my clan…if you give me the child you are carrying.”
“What?” Connor and I both burst out simultaneously. I was so upset that I couldn’t find the words to respond right away, outrage and shock warring for dominance in my mind, but my husband definitely didn’t have that problem.
“That’s a hell of a thing to ask,” he said fiercely. “This isn’t a fairy tale, and you’re not some
