He turned his face toward her, meeting her gaze. There was no dodging this, not with her. Not when she could still read him like an open book.
"Really," he said, exhaling. "We have it under control. Our child just gave us confirmation he's a Trueblood. He's strong. He was feeding on you, and you collapsed because of the blood loss."
Luna processed the gravity of that information. Then, she quirked a brow. "Oh… well. I guess we'll have to notify the kitchen to start including some blood in my meals."
"I think Doctor Thessa already gave those instructions," Damien replied.
"She seems efficient," Luna murmured, then grew quiet. Her hand drifted to her stomach again. "Damien, you know there's only one person equipped to deal with this."
"I know…You mean Morvakar."
Luna nodded. "I have to see him."
"We will," Damien promised, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "But we need to be sure you can handle the trip. You lost a lot of blood."
