- Go on. I’ll handle it without you,” Evita says, looking into me with her pure, angelic eyes—and you’ll never be sure what devilkin is hiding behind those tender lakes. A stubborn little devilkin.
“ And with this?” I nod toward her flat belly, and Eva instinctively presses her hand to it. While I grit my teeth, remembering the exact same gesture… by another woman.
“ And with this.”
“A stubborn pest.”
“No.” I try to speak calmly, evenly—so it sinks in right away. “You are mine. He—” I nod at her belly—“is mine. I’ll decide.”
“Why do you think I’m yours?” she hisses, showing her true nature. And I like it more than that innocent angel face. It hits harder.
So I answer briefly:
“Mine. I decided so.”
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The story of the older sister of the Dragonie and Boris.