“Pity. You two would have beautiful babies together,” Diana said.
“Begging your pardon, my Lady, but I already have beautiful babies—uh—children—” Stephen elbowed Zofia, cutting off her words.
“Yes, my dear, so you do.” She smiled, winking back at Zofia. “I know of them. Blanche and Eltony. Absolutely beautiful children. But Stephen's blood would have given you a child with god-like talents. Pity you didn't choose him instead.”
“Yes. A pity,” Stephen muttered beside her. Zofia felt his gaze upon her. The heat rose in her cheeks. Did the Seraph also know that Stephen had tried to seduce her when she was much younger? Probably.
“I will rectify this, then. I give you permission to mate,” Diana said, thrusting out that dismissive wave of the hand again. She padded toward the couch in a lan
