Leander

A sudden northeastern gust of wind rustled through the trees, causing several russet-colored leaves to lose their already tenuous hold on the branches above us and flutter to the ground. Autumn had settled in since Hycinth had left me. Three long months. More than half of her pregnancy. The thought was staggering.

Ever's head came up, his astute gaze automatically scanning the horizon.

"But I don't think so," Luca murmured quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"After Oracle Memoree visited us ...