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Her eyes remained hard, belying the sudden uncertainty his allegation evoked. She hadn’t known Anselm had attacked first. Surely he’d only meant to defend Etienne. Why had Glaukos put his hands on the healer in the first place? She was forced to admit much had happened against her knowledge due to the difficulty of her pregnancy.

That was the rub: she’d never once asked for romance but he’d knocked her up and then left her to suffer the consequences on her own. That was how it felt to her, particularly in hindsight. Glaukos had never shown any enthusiasm about the puppies, before or after their arrival, while she’d been sacrificing her body and soul for them.

“You wanted children and now you have them,” he insisted now.

She wanted to refute him. Some biological imperative had driven her into his arms. Druid had never really wanted children. Of course, she couldn’t say as much, especially not in front of one of them. She bit her tongue and looked at her daughter again.

Kikimora and her siblings had not been created in good faith. They’d cost her dearly, both while carrying them and in those those unbearable postpartum days. Druid would never again bear children, so help her. But she did not regret them. Day by day, her feelings for them took root, grew, flowered. They were complicated but beautiful.

Glaukos said a few more parting words and began to move away. Druid sagged in relief. She said nothing at all to his retreating back, though as soon as it disappeared from view, her gaze sought Heda’s, then Kiki’s.