“I hope you don’t mean to tell me you are with child,” Castiel sighed, as if he was bored with Roxanne’s hesitation to speak. However, he stopped the men who wanted to take her back, and Roxy knew this was her chance. “I am already aware. You don’t seriously think that you are the only spy I sent there,” the Fox King added.
“This may be your child.” She offered out loud in the hope it could change anything in his eyes. No, his eyes remained the same stormy grey colour she fell in love with. Not a muscle on his face flinched.
“Highly unlikely,” he rebutted, and her face fell. “Still, it’s good you are pregnant.”
His last words suddenly gave her hope, and she looked at him again through her lashes.
“You think so?” Roxy forced a little smile and saw him smirk.
“Of course,” he affirmed,
