Anya could tell Sassy was unhappy. But she didn't have a choice. Not only was Sassy's safety of the utmost priority, but Anya was carrying a valuable, dangerous secret. That secret was the reason she hadn't bothered to cast a pregnancy prevention charm before sex with Gelvin.
Anya gently placed a hand on her still flat stomach, smiling slightly. Before leaving the palace, she had done a magical scan of her womb, just in case. To her surprise, she was just barely a month pregnant with a son. Prince Jasper's son. Prince Jasper's first son. The future Crown Prince, once his father was a human man again and on the throne. Anya was terrified at the danger inherent with carrying this child at this time. But she was also thrilled. It was the duty of a concubine to provide not just pleasure, but also heirs. And as her child would be Jasper's firstborn, he would be heir, regardless of any children Jasper might have with his future Queen.
Anya's smile broadened. Perhaps Jasper would make her his Queen. After all they had been through, all she had risked and sacrificed for him. Oh, it sounded lovely, the idea of being the kingdom's first witch Queen. But that wasn't the case now. And Anya needed some reassurance.
She silently scanned her womb. Her eyes widened in horror. Her womb had two children. A month old fetal son and brand new fetal daughter.
Gelvin would pay. But not right now. Right now, Anya had to focus on keeping the four of them safe. Luckily, she knew a perfect place to go for the night.