Because really.
He had entered with a whole story and a whole wound in his heart, and this snake was acting as if he were no more important than smoke.
"When is it going to be my turn?" Zyran complained, now pacing like a trapped black cat with too many feelings and too much beauty.
Isabella nearly choked on her food.
Cyrus's expression darkened again.
This was because even though Zyran was joking as usual, there was also truth under it. He really had waited. He really was jealous. And lately, the closer Isabella came to giving birth, the more that jealousy had started scratching at him.
A thought had even crossed his mind once or twice.
What if there was some herb or method that could make pregnancies move faster?
However, he had quickly thrown that thought away, because such things were used in the underworld, on other kinds of women, and he still did not know Isabella's true origin. Doing something reckless to her body would be stupidity of the worst kind.
