Seraphine was in real pain now, and she had zero energy left for watching Voren sit there opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to remember words from a language he’d forgotten.
She pressed against the pillows and pressed her palm flat against her lower belly, breathing through the discomfort.
The ache had gone from dull and manageable to something sharp with real teeth, radiating out from her core and making it hard to focus on anything else.
"Voren." Her voice came out thinner than she meant for it to. "This hurts a lot. If you don’t actually have an antidote, just let me sleep it off." She breathed out slowly. "And can you bring Marigold in here?"
He took a long breath, the kind people take right before saying something they’ve been dreading.
"The solution isn’t something you’re gonna like."
She looked at him. "If there’s a solution and it actually works, I honestly don’t care what it is right now. Just tell me."
He held her gaze, steady and serious, the way he did when he needed her to really hear him.
"I need to activate your pheromones." He said it quiet and even. "That’s what my father told me. That’s the antidote. Will you let me?"
The words dropped into the room and just sat there.
"What?" The word shot out of her, sharp and loud, before she could catch it. She stared at him hard.
Her mind raced through exactly what that meant, what activating her pheromones would actually involve between two people, and her face cycled through a bunch of different expressions in seconds.
"Voren, that’s... that’s basically foreplay. We haven’t even...we don’t have any kind of definition for what we are yet. We haven’t talked about any of that. Isn’t there another way? Any other way at all?"
"I wish there was." He wasn’t putting on a show or trying to work an angle. He just looked tired, honest, and genuinely sorry this was the answer he had. "I already asked. There isn’t another way."
Seraphine went quiet, staring up at the ceiling.
Voren stood up from the edge of the bed. "Let me get you something warm for now. Just rest a little."
She didn’t argue.
Voren slipped out of the room, and she let her eyes close, one arm draped across her stomach, riding the waves of pain and trying to think through everything from a place that wasn’t pure discomfort.
The room stayed so quiet, Seraphine could hear faint noises from the rest of the mansion as Voren moved around down the hall.
Then the door swung open without any warning.
Small feet. Fast. Full of purpose.

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