Chapter 19

“I would never put ourkustin danger!”

“You can’t spar when you’re three months pregnant!”

He went completely still, his expression shuttering closed, as he took several large steps away from me. “You lied to me when you said I was more than mrowhan. You said I was more than this, but you lied.”

The accusation, made in his deep, hurt-laced voice, took some of the wind out of my sails. But not all of it. “I fucking didn’t lie. But that doesn’t mean you can have a blatant disregard for your health and safety—”

Sol’s eyes welled up and spilled tears, wetting his fur and leaving tracks down his cheeks. He didn’t sob, or get hysterical. But he stood there, crying, staring at me like I’d said the worst possible thing.