By request on fanfic I decided to continue with this one. Kind of had a few ideas anyhow.
But it didn’t go away.
It never would go away…at least not for at least another eighteen years. Icy ran her hand over the slight curve of her belly, wondering if she should just kill the damn thing before it had a chance to live—before it had a chance to bare her attacker’s face. Frankly Icy didn’t want any reminder of that night, not even in the form of innocent blue—or maybe his silver—eyes staring up at her. In fact the last thing she wanted was to madala a child with that man’s genetics...
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