Malrik POV

I could see it the hunger in her eyes, the desperate need to be right, to have her theory stand unshaken. Leaning forward, my expression turned grave. I needed her full attention. I needed to push her.

“And what if she’s carrying my children?”

The question was deliberate, sharp, meant to cut through her certainty. I watched the shock ripple across her face eyes widening, lips parting. For a fleeting heartbeat, something flickered in her gaze. Fear. Not just for herself. For ...