Draven.
Meredith lowered her head, and then she answered, "Maybe last week. I… I can't remember the exact date."
Rage surged hot through me that instant. My hands curled into fists before I could stop them.
The thought of Gary daring to dictate such a thing to her—my wife, my Queen—made me want to rip him apart piece by piece.
In my rage, Meredith's hand brushed against mine, light but steady. "Don't be angry," she whispered. "Please. Don't."
I narrowed my eyes at her calm face. She wasn't shaken or even unsettled, and that was what struck me.
"Why aren't you moved by this?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. "Why does it not trouble you?"
She lifted her gaze, steady and unflinching. "Because it isn't the first time," she said softly. "On the night of our wedding banquet, Gary ordered me to have a child for you."
"What?"
