pulls back, then pats my belly. “Dabriel said that babies make you feel like you’re seasick sometimes, so—”
“No!” I say quickly, and I practically shove the little girl’s hand away from my belly. “No, I’m not pregnant.”
Dabriel looks back at me, then arches an eyebrow. “There’s no little princeling in there?”
“Absolutely not! We never—he never—” My cheeks must be on fire, and I clench my jaw. “No. There is not.”
“Then why did you vomit on Rian?”
“Because I hate him.”