His hand settled at her waist, making Cixi's heartbeat race.
Cassian's gaze travelled over her, lingering at her stomach as though he intended to conduct his own examination. His fingers moved slowly along her waist before his thumb brushed across her belly through the thin fabric of her nightclothes.
Cixi's cheeks warmed at Cassian's action.
The simple touch should not have affected her nearly as much as it did, especially when she had been attempting to discuss something serious.
"I asked whether you think I am pregnant," she repeated, concentrating on the question because concentrating on Cassian's hand was becoming increasingly dangerous.
"Stop distracting me," Cassian complained, causing Cixi to drop her jaw.
Cassian finally lifted his gaze to hers.
"You started this conversation by asking a demon whether he thinks you are carrying his child."
Cixi stared at him. "I asked a normal question."
"To the wrong man."
Her face grew warmer. "Cassian."
"Cig."
"Be serious."
