Maeve leaned down and murmured against his ear, "Let's have a baby."
A baby?
Andres's mind went blank.
Maeve continued, voice low and matter-of-fact. "If having a kid is what breaks the Binding, why wouldn't we try?"
"Instead of being forced to sleep in the same bed, we might as well do something useful and solve the problem."
"And if you're worried a kid will mess up your future marriage plans, I'll take the baby and disappear. They'll grow up believing their father died young."
Andres's temper flared. "I'm not letting my child out in the world without my name."
Maeve nodded. "Fine. Honestly, I'm impatient and I've got a bad temper. I'd probably ruin a kid. So we'll do it your way—if there's a baby, you raise it."
She went back to his waistband. "Since we've reached an agreement, let's get started. Put in some effort. Ten months from now, we'll give each other our freedom back."
Andres grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Are you done?"
Maeve froze. "You think I'm playing?"
"What else would you call this?"
Maeve looked down at him, eyes steady.
"I don't know what deal your father made with that old man, and I don't care to dig through old grudges and ancient rules."
"When something's broken, you fix it. That's how I live. If there's a shortcut, why wouldn't we take it?"
Andres looped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "You want to have my child that badly?"
Maeve shot back, "Afraid I'll use the kid to tie you down later?"
Andres's voice turned cold. "My blood isn't something just any woman gets to claim."
Maeve shoved him away and sat back. "If you're too precious to take the risk, then lie there and suffer through sharing a bed."
She balled up the tie she'd yanked off him and tossed it.
It hit the light switch perfectly.
The already dim room fell into complete darkness.
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