“No, because you have to explain to our parents how come they get to know about their grandchildren after everyone else.” At those words, color drained from Friya’s face. “Mom is still angry at Dripha’s d-word thing. This won’t make her feel any better.”

“Gods, you’re right, Quylla.” Friya swallowed hard. “This time our mother is really going to kill someone.”

***

“This does it.” Jirni spoke with a soft, amiable voice not to scare Dripha or her unborn grandchildren, but if glares could kill, the entire Griffon Kingdom would have turned into Mogar’s biggest charnel house. “This time I’m going to kill someone.

“I don’t care who, as long as someone dies slowly at my hands.”

After the discovery of Friya’s pregnancy, the analysis of the data of the events in Jiera had to be postponed. Quylla knew that the longer they waited to share the news with their parents, the angrier Jirni and the sadder Orion would become.

Also, no one was in the mood for research anymore.