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Iris reaches for the mini, and her head whips about like she can conjure me from the air.

Iris

Mr. Scarsby. What’s a girl to do when the only option on the table is blond?

I smile.

You’re a complex beauty. I think you need more than one choice.

Iris

Is it a choice?

Between me and Killian?

Iris

What if I’m greedy?

We have big and varied appetites, cupcake. Have you saved a dance for me for tomorrow?

Iris

All of them, if you wish.

Now that…that would be something. It’s just silly, flirty talk.

As I observe her, I notice her fingers hovering over the screen. The smile fades from her face like something more serious has suddenly captured her thoughts.

I wait.

When she finally starts typing, it takes her a few extra seconds to send the message.

Iris

I need to ask you something.

Shit. That doesn’t sound good. My thoughts immediately go to Killian’s visit to her yesterday. Did he go too far? Hurt her?

Anger starts to vibrate through me, but another message appears.

Iris

What if I’m pregnant?

I freeze. Blink.

The message is so unexpected, I’m unsure if I read it right.

But then I realize this must’ve been plaguing her for some time. And of course it has. We did both rut during her heat.

I lost count of how many times I knotted.

But at least I can ease her worries now.

It’s impossible, cupcake. Killian and I have been snipped.

Her brows knit together in confusion as she stares at the screen.

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