"I cannot allow that." Zarek spat out in a gruff tone, and Roxy rolled her eyes.
He carried Roxy back to the sofa, depositing her among the cushions like a precious, fragile gem.
"You cannot keep doing this," Zarek rumbled, crossing his massive arms over his chest. His golden eyes burned with frustration, not at her, but at the situation. "You are carrying a child that drains your strength. You just stood in the snow screaming. You need to rest, Roxy. Leave the governing to us."
"I agree with the lizard," Kaelen grunted, walking back into the room. "The pack can wait. You need to rest until that baby is out of you."
"And let Jareth sell his sister next?" Roxy countered, rubbing her throbbing temples. "We opened Pandora's Box, boys. If we don't set the rules now, while the coin is still new, the strong will exploit the weak. By next week, we'll have a slave trade and a monopoly on grain. I won't have that blood on my hands."
