"Listen to me," Elias patiently said, his face grim and his smile a grimace. He grabbed both of her hands, since she refused to let him hug her. He brought one to his lips, kissing each of her lovely fingernails. It wouldn't be long before he would never be able to do this again.
"Your hands are shaking," Adeline said in a low voice. She had never seen him like this before.
"What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly softening her tone so that she didn't sound so angered.
Elias could not say it. He had just accepted the baby yesterday and now, fate was playing a horrible game on him. First, there were two flowers for the prophecy, and now, there was another one. He gritted his teeth.
Was that why Dorothy pushed the Golden Rose, Lydia Claymore, onto him so strongly? Did she know? Would the Golden Rose have survived the pregnancy?
