Chapter 122: We Will Never Have Children
Julia's laughter dried up when he stiffened and moved away from her. She wanted to grab him and hold him against her. His presence reassured her. For the first time since she ran from her family, she felt safe, had an emotional connection with another human - well, not a human, exactly.
She reached out and he sat next to her again. She cupped his scarred cheek and something flared in his eyes. "What's wrong? What did I say?"
"You said nothing wrong. I will bring you food."
His face never moved in a frown or smile but she'd learned to read him, and something she'd said had upset him. He was trying to hide it but she'd come to know him over the months. She thought back to their conversation. All she'd said was that he'd be a good father. Why would that upset him?
He came back with a bowl of soup. "Viglar assured me this is appropriate food for a breeder recovering from illness."