Page 31 of Choosing Jenny
“Exactly. And here…well, they have proof of what they believe. Can you imagine what that kind of confirmation would do on Earth?”
I mulled that over. “I’m not sure if it would mean more or less war, if people had tangible proof of their beliefs.”
“Same here,” Sarah agreed. “But Ladrians, their whole lives are shaped by those beliefs, from beginning to end. They’re lucky like that, I guess.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, then returned to my original issue. “All I know is that I’m frustrated by your husband—companion, whatever—and annoyed by the other one.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “What did Jac do now?”
“He wouldn’t let Longshot bring Rhonda inside your house,” I complained. “She’s a strigella, a kind of venomous snake. Sort of. She definitely seems to understand whatever we say to her, and her scales look mirrored.”
Sarah looked horrified at the thought of a snake in her manor. “Why the hell would you bring her in here?”
“She saved my life, Sarah,” I said, wanting her to understand. “And she went after Rex at supper tonight after he disparaged me, and Discord.”
A pained look flashed across her features. “I don’t want to believe he’s back.”
“Oh, he is. In abigway,” I said, unable to keep the disgust from my tone. “Tiger is in knots about him.”
“He likes him?” She looked appalled at the prospect.
“No, he hates him,” I clarified. “Apparently, Rex and Mal were a thing before he died the first time.”
“Ooh,” Sarah said, now understanding. “Which would partly explain why Deacon is so terse with him. That, and the whole executioner thing.”
I winced, hating the tension between the men. “It’s ridiculous. We heard for ourselves that Mal did not behead his father.”
Sarah paused for a moment before she asked, “How are you and Tiger and Mal doing?”
“It’s tense between Tiger and Mal at the moment. I think Tiger is having a hard time of it because Mal has to play the bad guy and flirt with Rex when he’s around, so he doesn’t blow his cover with Justice.”
“That’s a lot to take, I’d imagine,” Sarah said sympathetically. “It’s hard to deal with your significant other’s past sometimes.”
We both agreed on that, a comfortable silence settling between us before a mischievous look glinted in Sarah’s eyes. “So, how’s the sex?” she asked.
I laughed. “Thanks for gently shifting into that topic.”
“Does it need gentle shifting?” she asked, a little concerned. “Everything okay?”
I huffed a breath. “Actually,gentle shiftingseems to be the name of the game in that department.”
Sarah gave me a knowing look. “Still frustrated you can’t take all their length?”
I groaned and dropped my head back against my seat. “Yes!”
She laughed softly. “I can fix that.”
I eyed her skeptically from across the span of her desk. “I thought you weren’t allowed to do any big magic, on account of the pregnancy.”
“It’s not that big of a deal to move some things around for you.” She shrugged. “Well, at least it wasn’t for me.”
“Sarah, I don’t want you risking my future niece or nephew to improve my sex life."
“For now, we’re just calling them biscuit,” she said, rubbing her belly. “We didn’t…when I started having trouble with the pregnancy, we tried not to think about them as a future person.”
She didn’t say the words, but I heard them in my mind. She didn’t want to get emotionally attached in case she lost the pregnancy.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmured gently. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
