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“You must be able to feel the fetus move.” Sascha curled her hand into a fist under the table, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Yes. The baby is rather feisty, especially at three a.m.” A pause. “You were the same.” And there, in that instant, Sascha knew she didn’t understand her mother as well as she thought she did, that Councilor Nikita Duncan had secrets even an empath couldn’t plumb.
This was the first one that had returned since he began his search six years, five months, and three weeks ago.