Primal Craving
A wound that finally healed right.
“And violent,” Lucien added, kissing the top of my head as he adjusted the baby carrier holding Dalia.
I shrugged. “Balance.”
“Don’t touch me!” Lily snapped, definitely at Rowan, as she wobbled into the room with her hands suspiciously tucked behind her back.
This same Lily who swore she wouldn’t have kids was now pregnant with quadruplets on her first try.
“But baby, you said orange juice from California,” Rowan said, already sounding too exhausted for a man holding two massive kegs of juice. “So I—”
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