"I doubt it… If it's about the scent, that's because…" Lethia took a breath. "The baby I'm carrying is most likely Zeran's."
"We did a genetic test this morning, and I'm sure the result will say the same."
The air thickened. Caelum and Renar both looked like they'd just been hit with the news of a death.
Lethia braced herself, forcing her heart not to flinch. She changed her mind. She wouldn't tell them about the fox bead—not with Whisney still missing.
So, if they later asked why their bodies felt so tethered to hers, she could easily blame the baby's bond.
"Zeran told me," she added quietly, "it's likely the strong bond between you three that got you bewitched by my scent, because this baby is his."
Caelum laughed, soft at first, then bursting into a mocking loud.
Renar only clenched his jaw, his eyes fixed on her with a piercing, cold stare. Both reactions from them were exactly what she'd expected.
