“Asher’s dad clearly thinks I can’t do this,” she goes on, her hushed voice full of hurt. “And his mother was telling me about the public bonding ceremony and designing a new crest and making heirs—” Oh fuck. Did I just start purring when she mentioned babies? Shit. The rumble behind my sternum cuts her off. She blinks at it and swings her wide-eyed stare up to my face. A slight wince creases her brow.
