TAVRIC
Lucy had a child?
The world seems to stutter. My face must be a roadmap of the confusion and burgeoning agony swirling within me, because Jaxl sighs and tugs on his hair, his eyes filled with a pity I'm too numb to resent.
"Received the information from one of our informants who is close with a palace maid in Virelan," he explains softly. "She lost a pregnancy. Some claim it was the sheer trauma of the mate-bond rejection… others repeat the words of the Princess herself. A story born out of jealousy."
"And what story is that?" I breathe. My body feels like lead, defeated lead.
She was pregnant for Doyle? That arrogant, polished fool? Did he even know? And her parents—surely they had to know if the palace staff were whispering about it.
The thought of her enduring that kind of loss alone, in the wake of banishment, makes my wolf howl in a symphony of grief.
