“Where’s the fire, koroleva?” Liam asked in a half chiding, half joking tone, as his heavily pregnant mate passed by him in a hurry to their bed chambers.
“I need to get to my phone,” she told him over her shoulder, “I forgot it in the room.”
“Okay,” he drawled,understanding at once what it was about. “Just mind your step.”
She and Emily had grown used to calling one another at around this hour. Tatiana would coo over the little Andrea, and Emily would console and reassure her regarding her pregnancy and everything it entailed.
He didn’t know how women could find so much to say when they spoke daily. He guessed he would never understand.
Serena had started a rocky relationship with the prince of Oblivion, and neither Liam nor Theodore approved of the man who had yet to come meet the
