Misha demanded of Farrell, almost as soon as we had stepped outside the bounds of Malachi’s magic, which hid our camp from passersby. If we looked over our shoulders, we wouldn’t see or hear the camp, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t still hear us. I could picture Torquil restraining his mate to keep her from coming after us. “I know they want a child,” Farrell replied blandly, replacing Misha’s coarse wording with something less … Less like Midnight, I thought. Midnight talks about breeding people as if they were horses or dogs. “I also know they were trying to keep it quiet until they were successful,” he added, with a touch of censure in his voice and a nod toward Vance and me. I hadn’t known, though I wasn’t exactly surprised. Serpiente didn’t find marriage or monogamy as important as humans did, but Aika and Torquil had declared themselves mates well before I had ever met them. It seemed natural enough that they would want children. Misha shook her head.
