SIXTEEN
Every night and every blissful morning, Molina had to pry her body from Lubos'. If she didn't, then she would neither sleep nor leave their shared bed, though it was becoming increasingly hard to remember why she wanted to.
But today, Lubos had assured her, they would reach the capital, and she did want to do that. She pawed through her clothes, wanting something clean, but she'd worn all of them on this long trip. The only item that had stayed in her bag was her red petticoat, for her moonblood had not come this month. That meant she carried Lubos' child already. Good. Once they were married, they would be a family all the sooner. So much for the village boys' taunts that she was so thin, she must be barren. Or a witch, as though her skills with the waterwheels were some kind o
