Ravina's smirk never wavered. "Dexter…" Her voice was a purr, her gaze flicking to me, her fingers trailing down my chest. "He is the healer." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes dark with intent.
"He would have to find a way to make you pregnant…" Her fingers tightened on my arm, her voice dropping to a dark murmur. "Otherwise… your son will die."
I realized what Ravina was up to. She was creating an opportunity for me to earn energy, just as I had told her I needed pussy to recover. And she had noticed me looking at Wendy—so she had crafted this plan on her own, her mind sharp and calculating.
Wendy's eyes locked onto mine, her voice desperate, her body trembling. "How can that be?" Her fingers clenched into fists, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
