“No,” I say. “Nothing like that.”
“Worrying about the baby?”
It’s close to the truth, so I nod.
“Don’t worry.” He wraps his arms around me. “I think you’re right. I think everything’s going to be just fine.”
You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I had just been doing.
But I stand by my choice, and I don’t want to make him worry.
Then again, maybe it’s just that I don’t want him to tell me to stop.
Either way, I’m not going to confide in him. It feels strange to have something I can’t say to Wilder—a secret I can’t tell any of my mates. But for the first time, there is something that’s even more important to me than they are.
I will protect this baby or die trying.
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