Nefretiri
Devin was much more attuned to magic than I was at the moment, and he had opinions on how things should be done.
My nausea eased as I sat in Ivan's lap, and I didn't fight him. Not because I didn't want to but because I did. Unfortunately, my unborn pup decided that the best way to keep his mother protected was to make me feel dizzy if I tried getting up. It was all instinct but a little unsettling, considering he was barely two months along. How big was he? The size of a raspberry?
