She tried to count, in the fast, disorganised part of her brain that was now working faster than any other part of her brain had ever worked, the number of times Cassian had placed food on her plate during breakfast. Three times the eggs. Twice the toast. Once a bowl of berries. Once, a bowl of fruit she did not remember the name of. Once a small pastry with sugar on top. Once the pot of tea, and again the pot of tea, and once more.
Could food do this to a body?
How was that possible?
With that thought, another terrified reflection arrived.
Sex!
They had sex!
They had had sex the previous evening. Many times. Without condoms. Not a single one. Wait, why did he not use one? And why did she never once think to ask him to use one?
Was she — was she pregnant?
Could a belly swell in 12 hours from a pregnancy?
She gave her racing mind a break!
Was this why Cassian had asked her to wait until tonight to show her who he was?
