“You made me... a nest?” Bram was in front of me so quickly, his amber eyes pinning me to the spot. “We made you a nest, Goldie.” He lifted his hand and slid it through my hair. “It was a recommendation from an elder in Besmet. It’s been so long since we’ve had any births there, but he remembered his mother speaking about a friend of hers who was suffering after delivery. Much like you are. Her mates made her a family nest, not knowing what else to do. It soothed her, and greatly helped with her worries and depression.”
