“You are silent.” Stolas brushed hair off my forehead as I lay beside him in the old gas station we’d found. It was a bit obvious, but Stolas was confident he could mask our presence.
“I’m just tired,” I muttered. He was sitting against a wall, and though he still looked run down, after I got all the bullets out of him and cleaned him up a bit, he looked a lot better. Or maybe that was just my hopeful imagination. He still couldn’t fold his wings away though, and I worried, which kept me awake. That and the knowledge that I was now carrying Demon spawn. I clutched the shirt over my stomach.
“Char?” Stolas questioned quietly. I shook my head. Was it just my imagination, or did my stomach already seem rounder? Stolas’ hand touched mine. “Hmm, yes, the child will grow the more
