Women’s roles as far as their duties to bear children were something Larkspur had never been faced with. He knew that it was expected; Wisteria had told him plainly about such a thing. Misery had wished him to make children, to give a legacy of true D’Angelo’s. Eris had something magical in her blood. Eris looked like Misery. He had chosen her for these reasons alone, and even now, he did not know how much he loved her. Not after what she had done.
He could feel her hands and they felt very real to him. More real than the sham of a mateship he and Eris held onto. For all he knew, she was out with Oujia or some other male right now. Larkspur turned his head forward to hide the dull anger within them. “I don’t trust coyotes,” he admitted lowly, one hand rising to trace the cross shaped scar on his cheek. “But Salvia trusts you, and Eris trusts you…and Sirius saw something in you.” And he trusted Sirius as much as he trusted Haku, if not more. “You must be a strange coyote,” he added, offering her a peculiar smile from over his wounded shoulder.
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