Chapter 50

Mara's POV

Vivian met me at the infirmary door with a knitted cap small enough to fit over my fist.

“Maeve says her head won't be this small,” she said. “Tamsin disagrees. Apparently she has known more babies.”

“Tamsin says that about horses as well.”

Vivian smiled. She was trying to hold it in, so I didn't ask whether she was frightened. We both knew the answer.

“You can still ask me to stay,” I said.

“Would you?”

I looked at the cap in her hands. “For a while. Then I would spend the whole time thinking of what Severin might do with Gideon and that door.”

“An honest answer. How irritating.”

She gave me the cap. “Bring this back. She'll need it when the weather turns again.”