CHAPTER 9

MITCH

"SHE'S FUCKING PREGNANT!" Mitch was still finding it hard to wrap his head around it.

Draco didn't look so disturbed and he didn't even know what the fuss was all about. He took a grape from the bowl of fruits and on the table and popped it into his mouth. "And so?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She's going to give birth to a bastard on my lands!" Mitch growled.

"Oh so you're letting her stay, then," Draco asked, now interested. He sat up.

"Do I have a choice?" Mitch asked. "I can't send a pregnant woman away, Our borders are very unsafe."

"See?" Draco smiled. "You're not such a monster yourself."

Mitch scoffed. "She will be gone as soon as she gives birth and stops weaning her pups." He sat down on his leather chair and swiveled slowly. "I'd much rather like to kill her, but..."

"... with her father dead, you won't get any satisfaction," Draco completed.

Mitch sighed and nodded. He was often very surprised at how Draco usually deciphered his thoughts like they were soul brother