Stolen Blood

CALLA'S POV

Kaelen was in the reception area when I came out, standing by the window with the printed ultrasound images in his hand. He looked up when he heard me, and his expression moved through something before settling back into the controlled register — that brief quality of open, and then the doors closing.

"All right?" he said.

"Fine." I picked up my coat. "The baby's perfect."

"I know." He