The high fae stared at her for a long time. Then she finally spoke again. “I can try to help. But I’ll need to know what was done, and I can’t make any promises.”
Zara’s heart sped up. She felt a sliver of hope begin to blossom. Maybe it was wrong of her to want to change herself. Her mate assured her he still found her attractive. But in reality, she knew it wasn’t completely about Wadim. It was about herself. It was about the fact that she’d lost something that made her a woman. Did men have them? Yes, but they didn’t serve a purpose. They didn’t have the ability to sustain the life of their child. Men didn’t see them as a substantial body part that made them feel complete. She wanted that back. She wanted it for herself, not for Wadim, but because it was how she was created. A woman. E
