chapter 63

I laugh in Nathan’s face.

“I’m not joking.” He laughs, but not in disbelief. He’s overjoyed.

“Right.” I’m not falling for it. “You can’t possibly tell that from some pussy juice.”

He arches an eyebrow. “I’m more than willing to check again.”

I smack his shoulder. “Be serious!”

“I am being serious. Bailey, I know you inside and out, physically. You smell different, you taste different,” he holds up his hands to indicate his helplessness. “I wouldn’t joke about something I want so badly.”

That’s a good point. Nathan does want an heir. It doesn’t seem like something he would joke about.

But I can’t get my head around it. Not just the part where he can tell from the way I taste, but the fact that he noticed before I did. That he noticed something the thralls didn’t even notice. “They did surgery on me, though. They must have tested me.”

“It would have been too soon to tell,” he reminds me. “You were attacked the morning after the last time we had sex.”

He’s right. That would have been way