“I mean, I’m depressed that my tuner, and partner in the static, is going through this, and I’m sad that Wynter is dead. We all loved her,” he said with emotion in his voice.
Julian glanced over at Raven.
“That kind of depressed?”
He shook his head.
“Mourning is mourning, and eventually it turns into the next stage of grief. ANGER. I’m talking anything that might be construed as genuine depression.”
Bishop went there.
“Like post-partum?” she asked.
When they all looked at her, she slowed their roll.
“Not me. I’m horny as a bunny,” she stated, pointing at her husband. “I climb all over Lucian and am giggly while I do it, but I was thinking…Wynter just had a baby not that long ago. Could that be what she was carrying and not telling us?” she asked.
That hung there.
Why?
That was logical.
Leave it to Bishop to come up with that and to probably be right about it too.
“Yeah,” Raven said. “Something like that. Any of the recent moms feeling down? There’s no shame in it. It happens.”
Bexley raised her hand.
“I felt like that after Jonathan was born, but not recently,” she said.
Julian wasn’t messing around.
“Bex stays inside her house,” he said. “If this thing is trying to weaken us, the best way to do that is to stop Raven. Bex getting hurt would do that.”
Yes, yes, it would.
Only, from his spot beside his wife on the couch, Raven wasn’t worried.
Not.
At.
All.
Why?
Well, because he had charms and protection spells all over his wife, her uterus, and even her baby toe. He was thorough, but he was also grateful that Julian was willing to make sure she kept a wide berth from all of this.
“I agree that ANYONE who feels any sort of way should stay in,” he said.
They glanced over, and Bex shrugged.
“Well, that works for me. I can do my job in a house with the dead. Trey amuses me, and I’m sure he’ll keep me company the whole time.”
Yeah, and Julian actually missed his snarky commentary all of the time. It was crazy, but he’d rather be locked down with Trey than out in this craziness.
That said it all.