Alvina and Quinn have never been further apart, but their connection to the spirits might be what reconnects them again.
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Quinn av Stál is slowly losing his mind. He's sure of that, and the only thing keeping him together is his fiancé Islo Charr...
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"We've found you a surrogate," Dreki said and looked very pleased with himself.
It made all my internal organs cringe.
"When do I get to meet her?"
"You don't. She will carry the child to term and then she will return to her life. She'll be paid very handsomely. Don't worry."
I looked down at my hands. "So my child won't even know their mother?"
"No. They will have two fathers and there will be no mention of the biological mother. Her name will be known to a limited amount of people. And you will not be privy to that information."
"Why?" I looked up and met his gaze.
"Because you're a moron, Quinn."
I couldn't hold back an unenthusiastic snort. "I don't believe you."
"I don't care what you believe. You're not getting her name and the reason should be the least of your concerns."
"That's not up to you to decide."
Dreki laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Gods, if you weren't so funny I would've have you killed a long time ago."
"How lovely," I muttered under my breath.
"Don't push it."
I bit my tongue and settled on observing him observing me.
His blonde hair was slicked back. His eyes were so dark I couldn't even tell what was the colour and what was the pupil. His skin was almost sickly pale but maybe if he smiled more, he would look more appealing. I had never been able to determine if he was ugly or handsome. He was just... Dreki. A soulless asshole who loved to toy with me and my life. It was as if he got some sort of sick pleasure out of it and I hated it. I wanted to get out of this so desperately, but there was apparently nothing I could do.
"How... How am I..."
"Quinn, we're not making you sleep with her, you moron." Dreki rolled his eyes. "There are ways of doing this without the parents ever meeting. We just need your contribution and then you're done."
"In a cup or what?"
"Yes."
My eyes were about to roll out of my head, I was sure. "So, I won't even meet her?"
"No. She'll be stowed away in a safe location until she gives birth. The little prince or princess will be brought to the castle and that's when you'll meet your child."
"Do I get to raise it?" I asked numbly, staring down at the table.
"I don't see why not. But remember, that can quickly be changed. We don't really need you to raise a child. We just need you to have one."
I nodded and bit down on my lip. "Can I go now?"
"Just after you've made your contribution. Want me to call in Charred so he can assist you?" Dreki smirked at me and I wanted to throw the chair in his face.
