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“Why would you do that?” Eurwen demanded. “Sophie, you were tending to Claire. You saw her fear. Her anxiety.”

Sophie turned her head to Eurwen. “Because we want a child. I’m fully aware of the risks.”

“No,” Vaughn said, louder than intended as he slashed his hand through the air. “You say that until you’re holding your stillborn bairn in your hands. That kills something inside of you. Something you can never get back.”

Sophie lifted her chin. “We’re aware of—”

“You’re no’!” Vaughn bellowed as he looked between Sophie and Darius. “You can no’ possibly fathom the depths to which you’ll sink. All of us have watched V and Claire go through this hell Usaeil put them in, none of us able to do anything to help.”

“They may yet have a child,” Darius stated.

Eurwen softly released a breath. “And they may not. Although, that could be said of any being who gets pregnant. There are numerous accounts of miscarriages and stillborn deaths between dragons and humans. As well as two instances of actual births between dragons and Fae. That isn’t enough data to put yourselves through what could be a traumatic event.”

“If Claire and V are able to have a child, then we’ve learned something,” Sophie said.

Vaughn’s stomach clenched painfully. “What’s that?”

“That we need Fae magic to help us conceive.”

Vaughn couldn’t comprehend what Sophie was suggesting. He lifted his gaze to Darius. “You’re in agreement?”

“Our dragons are gone. Forever now. Who knows if we’ll get to see them again? I suspect the Silvers will be sent to Zora, which is only right. What else do we have? I found my mate. That was a feat in itself. If that’s all we ever get, I’ll be satisfied. But there’s no harm in trying for a bairn.”

Vaughn briefly closed his eyes as he fisted his hands. “You’ll wish to take back that last sentence if you lose a child.”

“The important word there is if,” Sophie said.