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“Then the choice should be easy,” Agnes said with such confidence that I envied her.
“I don’t follow.”
Agnes stood from the couch and picked up my tea cup, moving around the room cleaning up other things as she went. “It is quite obvious you should invite the father of the child to visit you. He is the only one who could possibly connect with you in the position you are in right now.”
“Why do you think that is?” I turned in my seat, following her with my head around the room.
Pausing with her hands full of dishes and dirty laundry, Agnes locked eyes with me. “Because you’re both human.”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” I shook my head and grabbed the discarded remote. “Just because we’re both humans doesn’t mean I should pick Darren. If anything, it’s a reason not to pick him. He would be far more fragile than the others when faced with the council members.”
“Yes, but...” Agnes paused behind the couch and placed a hand on my shoulder. “He is the only one you cannot interact with by drinking their blood.”
I jerked around just in time to see her wink at me before she sauntered out of the room.
Well, that was an interesting suggestion. Especially coming from Agnes. I’d thought she was firmly on the council’s side but it seems that the more time she spent with me the more she was softening toward me.
A month ago, Agnes wouldn’t spend more than ten minutes in the room with me. Enough time to find out if I needed anything, to check the condition of my child, and then she was out the door.
Now, she was sitting with me for most of the day and even offering me advice on how to get around Tuma’s orders.
I sank into the couch once more and grinned to myself. Well, son of a bitch. That woman — grumpy she may be — was a freaking genius.
I didn’t have to pick between any of them. If I chose Darren, then he could bring me the blood of the other guys and then I could see all of them. I mean, it wasn’t perfect. I wouldn’t be seeing them in person but it was better than nothing.
Now the problem was figuring out how to make sure that Darren brought the blood with him...I glanced over at the bed and arched a brow. Well, I guess I could just tell Antoine in a dream.
I sighed and stood from the couch. It just seemed too simple. Something was bound to get screwed up. I wasn’t that lucky.
I shot a look at the clock and frowned. I couldn’t go to bed now. Antoine wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon.
Well, what was I going to do? I had several hours to waste and all this anxious energy was only going to get worse the longer I waited around for it to be bedtime.
Catching sight of the orange basketball, Drake sent me my lips curled into a grin. Well, there was something I could take care of in the meantime. I practically skipped to the bedroom door and locked it.
I might like Agnes more than before but I still didn’t want her to walk in on me fiddling my diddle. Especially not after her recent offer of helping me out. I grimaced and shoved that thought away. That was not going to get me in the mood. Though, honestly, the thought of sliced bread got me horny so Agnes wouldn’t be too much of a stretch.
Now...if you put Drake on a piece of bread or rather Allister and Drake as the bread and I could be the in between of that sandwich. Hmmm what about the condiments? Who would be the mayo? Rayne would obviously be the ketchup. Wynn would be the cheese cause he was smooth like cheddar and then Marcus would be the pickle cause of that crunchy exterior with a soft interior.
Was I really comparing the guys to food products while getting ready to pleasure myself?
God, I hated being pregnant.
Now...where was that little ball...
