“You foster life and light. But we’re servants of death, and this boy in your belly? He’ll be a part of it, one way or another.” I watch her hand touch me, heart in my throat. “I’ll never let that happen.” “Aren’t you willing to die for your Princes?” Her eyes dart down to my stomach. “Your son?” “I’m willing to do something a lot more dangerous than dying for them.” Reaching out, I brush her hair over a delicate shoulder, heart clenching at the misery in her eyes. “I’m willing to live for them.”
