“What did Rose say?” Ryke listens for a second. “That it doesn’t matter if they find out the gender now or when the baby is born.” Connor breathes heavily, more emotions coursing through his features: anger, concern, determination—things that he usually conceals. He speaks again. In French. They’re in their own world. Kind of like the one Lily and I were just in. Blocking out our surroundings for one serious moment. Ryke continues to translate, “He says, don’t you want to prepare in any way that you can?” Rose jerks in his grasp and snaps back. “She says, I can’t prepare for a baby, no matter
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aw, rose.
