Gabriel's lips curved slowly into a smile. "Explain," he said.
Mira looked down at her hands, ashamed of the trembling fingers that betrayed her. "We have done everything… for almost a century now," she began. "But nothing… nothing seems to be working. Her body rejects it."
Gabriel didn't interrupt.
"Since the prince's mate arrived," Mira continued, her sobs quieter now, "she got even more desperate. She began talking about losing everything. And months ago… she decided to fabricate this lie. She told me to help her fake it. To give false records to the court. And… when the time came for her to have a child… she tasked me with finding her a true blood baby. So no one would question it."
Gabriel leaned back in his seat, a gleam of triumph flashing in his eyes as he steepled his fingers. "Fascinating."
