War’s gaze moves down to my stomach. After a moment, he places one of his large hands on my abdomen. “You’re carrying my child.” His fingers flex against my flesh. “My child.” I see his throat work, and I’m petrified, utterly petrified. War’s gaze moves back to mine, and his eyes shine. Is he sad? Is he happy? The horseman takes my face into his. “I have never felt this … joy.” He lets out a laugh, and his eyes … his violent, scary eyes tear up. Oh my God. He’s happy. Obscenely happy. And now, for the first time since I found out I was pregnant, I feel a spark of happiness too. More than a
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