"Absolutely not." Kaelen's voice cut through the quiet of our quarters like a blade. His green eyes blazed with Alpha power, a clear warning that he wasn't budging on this.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. After a restless night, he had clearly come to his decision about my proposal to find Queen Lyra. Just not the decision I'd hoped for.
"Kaelen, please—"
"You're eight months pregnant, Seraphina," he interrupted, pacing the length of our quarters. "There's a war raging outside these walls. Valerius has assassins hunting for you specifically. And you want to go on some... maternal quest?"
I flinched at his tone but held my ground. "It's not just some quest. Queen Lyra might be the only person who can help me understand my powers."
"We have Dr. Mercer for that," he countered.
"Dr. Mercer can help me access memories," I said, "but Queen Lyra lived this. She was devoted to the Goddess. She carried me, knowing exactly what I was."
