He stared, absolutely bamboozled. How was that even possible?
Fauna had given birth to Anya—naturally, not via cesarean. She always talked about that story when they were children, describing every agonizing detail of labor.
So it was impossible for her hymen to still be intact.
And there was the fact that he had pushed his fingers deep inside her, had used toys against her.
Surely that would have broken her hymen.
Or maybe even battle—she was a warrior, after all. Surely some strenuous movement would have done it.
But for some reason, it was still intact. And it had just broken right now.
'Yelena was also the same as well. What exactly is going on?'
A theory, bizarre and darkly poetic, formed in his mind.
'What if...What if their hymens simply regenerated?'
