I stared at Dr. Ian, not bothering to hide my scrutiny. His professional façade cracked slightly under my direct question about his intentions with Lyra.
"I'm serious about her," he admitted, running a hand through his immaculate hair—a rare show of nervousness from the typically composed doctor. "I want to build a life with her, but we're taking things slowly."
"Slowly," I repeated, unconvinced.
"Lyra has... concerns about our compatibility long-term." His eyes darted away briefly. "But I believe we can work through them."
I raised an eyebrow. "And what about children? Have you discussed that?"
His hesitation told me everything. "We've touched on it."
"And?"
"She's uncertain. Given her work with hybrids, she understands the challenges better than most."
