Kain’s explanation when he’d driven them back from the sanctuary came back to her—about how her baby would drain her life essence if she wasn’t supplied with… an alternative. She grimaced.

“Look, I appreciate it, but I’m fine. We’re fine. Focus your efforts on bringing my mate back to me so he can take care of us.”

Kesh sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Fine. But if you grow weak while we look for him, we’re doing this. Understood?”

Selma nodded once, having absolutely no intention of complying. But it was obvious her overprotective brother-in-law wasn’t dropping the issue without some concession. The sooner she got him off the idea she needed his magic semen, the sooner he’d refocus on getting Kain back.

“Why are you in my bed, anyway?” Selma glanced at his shirtless body. At least he seemed to be wearing his jeans from last night, and she was still in the torn clothing she’d worn when she collapsed in bed.

“It’s technically my bed. This is my old room. You were having nightmares and whimpering in your sleep, and you wouldn’t shut up until I climbed in and held you.”

Oh. The morning just kept getting better and better.

“Um, sorry.”

Kesh grunted dismissively. “It’s fine. Are you done sleeping? I’ll bring you down for breakfast after you’ve had a shower.”

Selma spent the better part of the morning pacing the ground floor of the house while trying to keep hold of her patience.

Kesh had cleaned her vomit off the floor while she was showering and presented her with some overly elegant—and absurdly expensive—silk garments with the price tags still attached. Then he’d proceeded to hover over her while she ate, insisting she pile on the cream cheese and sliced meats “for the baby.”

He was even worse than Kain, who at least hadn’t threatened to force feed her, and she was beginning to find his special brand of protectiveness more than a little aggravating.

Her mood wasn’t helped any further by the lack of apparent urgency in freeing Kain.

“You should sit down. You need to conserve your energy.”

Selma leveled a glare at the big man leaning against the door frame to the study, watching her with slightly narrowed eyes as if she was to blame for his need to keep her under constant watch.

“You do realize that this fetus was conceived like, five days ago at most, right?

“You do realize it’s a demon’s offspring who will suck you dry of energy if he needs to survive? You’re not carrying a human child. The more energy you expend, the sooner you’ll need semen.”

Well, wasn’t he just great at making her feel all at ease with being an expectant mother?