I nibbled on my thumbnail as I stared at the fridge. “I was wondering if he could find out if...if it was documented that any Trueborns had ever, you know, given birth?” I cringed. “I mean, like any record of them ever getting pregnant or getting someone else pregnant.”

It was so quiet on the other end I could probably hear a cricket sneeze.

Then Dez cleared his throat. “That was a very unexpected question, Trinity.”

My entire face scrunched up. It was a random question, one I really didn’t want to have to ask, but asking Dez was far better than calling up Thierry or Matthew and asking them. “I’m just curious.”

“Or asking for a friend, right?” His tone was as dry as the desert.

“Yeah. Definitely asking for a friend.” I turned and bent over, gently knocking my head off the cool granite of the counter. “So do you think Gideon would know or could find out?”

“I can ask,” he said, and there was a pause and what sounded like a door closing on his end. “Look, um, I don’t know how to say this without just coming out and saying it.”

I stopped beating my head off the granite, leaving it resting there.

“But if Trueborns and Wardens are biologically compatible, I don’t think after what you went through with Gabriel that any, uh, pregnancy would be...viable,” he explained while sounding like he wanted to scrub his brain with a wire brush. “I’m just saying, you know, in case you’re thinking that, but if you’re worried, there’s this thing called a pregnancy test, which can be picked up at just about—”

“Oh my God, I know that.” I lifted my head. “And I know that after what happened with Gabriel, there’d be no chance of that being an issue.”

“Then why would you even...?” His inhale was audible through the phone. “Trinity.”

I cringed again. “Okay. Well, I need—”

“Don’t you dare hang up that phone,” he interrupted. “You saw Zayne again, didn’t you? What in the Hell happened? What—?” He cut himself off with a curse, and when he spoke again, his voice was uncomfortably gentle. “Did something happen? Did he do something?”

Oh my God, I knew what he meant.

I returned to banging my head off the counter. “Nothing that I didn’t actively and wholeheartedly partake in happened.”

More silence greeted me.

“This is awkward,” I said.

“No shit,” he shot back.

“And I would like to pull a T. Swift, and remove myself from this narrative.”

“This is your narrative, Trinity.”

“I know,” I muttered. “Can you just ask Gideon for me? Because honestly, I have no idea if it’s even possible for Trueborns, and I would just like to know.”

“For curiosity’s sake.”

“Sure.”