Kintla Flatlands Unconditional

Of course it would have made a difference. He would have been there sooner to offer his support. Peregrine didn't say this, just looked at her. If he could have read her thoughts, he might have been bewildered and hurt by them. When it came to his sister, logic wasn't his strong suit. He could not read minds, however, and he wasn't about to press the matter with her. She looked absolutely terrible and he didn't want to make her feel even worse.

He didn't initially say anything to her next remark either, simply because he didn't know what to say. It was becoming quite apparent to him that Osprey really hadn't wanted him to know about any of this. Eventually, he did find his voice to say, "It was an accident. Osprey, you wouldn't have had to tell him..." Peregrine's voice trailed away. Her condition was rather obvious.

He sucked in a breath when she confirmed she hadn't been assaulted in any way, nodding curtly. "I was afraid..." he admitted, once again letting his voice trail off into silence. This meant that Osprey had been a willing participant in the conception, which still threw him for a loop. It was very irresponsible, though it was pretty clear she realized that. Had her hormones gotten the best of her?

"What will happen to you? And them? How has Dante et al reacted...? Who's the father?" Peregrine asked, keeping his tone low. "You don't have to answer me if you don't want," he added reluctantly. Peregrine looked at his sister for a long moment and finished, "I feel like you don't want me here." It wasn't a question. He shut his mouth, letting her get a word in edgewise.