Then, with a slow, sharp grin rising on her lips, she rolled slightly to face him, her bare leg tangling around his.
"You know…" she whispered, voice thick with challenge. "Now that I'm pregnant with your child… Maya can't say she has something I don't."
Parker blinked, then gave a slow, deep laugh—one that rumbled in his chest like distant thunder. "You're seriously going there?"
"Hell yes." Her grin widened. "She always had that over me. 'I carried the heir of Existence. I nursed that stormbringer for centuries. I birthed the only child of the Prince.'" Tessa imitated Maya's regal voice with a smirk. "Well, guess what? I'm eighteen. I survived being abducted, interrogated, imprisoned in an estate playing as a cage by a being older than the stars themselves… and now I'm carrying your child. So yeah. I win."
