Lucy Cummings

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Once we climb into the cockpit, I split my armor at the front, pull out my eight-month pregnancy padding, and abort it behind me. “Oh, no, not our son,” Qin Zheng says, his tone utterly flat. “No, that’s yours and Yizhi’s baby.”
Heavenly Tyrant (Iron Widow, #2)
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