Each touch was a reminder that he was there; a reassurance that she was doing fine; and a reward for not complaining. Those touches and kisses also helped keep her demon at ease. It didn't like crowds or mingling any more than Harper did.
At that moment, the concierge appeared and spoke quietly into Knox's ear. He then gave him a helpless shrug and waited patiently.
Sighing, Knox turned to Harper. "I'll be back in just a minute." You'll be all right?
"Okay." I'll be fine. I need to go pee anyway. Too much water.
Mouth curving into a smile, he kissed her. "I won't be long."
Her demon hissed at the sight of him leaving, feeling abandoned. Harper turned to Larkin. "Restroom?"
The harpy gestured ahead of them. "This way."
Harper followed her, trying not to make eye contact with anyone for fear that they saw it as an invitation to approach. But, sadly, it wasn't enough. Mere steps away from the restroom, a small woman with a beehive appeared in her path. Harper recognized Polly as a regular at the coffeehouse. She was nice enough, but she was also a terrible gossip.
"Congratulations!" said Polly, beaming. "I'm just so happy for you. When is the baby due?"
Harper had been asked that question so many times throughout the night that she found herself grinding her teeth. "I have eight weeks left to go."
"Eight weeks?" Polly's eyes widened. "Really?" She assessed Harper carefully. "Your belly is quite small for someone so far along."
It wasn't a compliment; it was a judgement … like Harper was deliberately depriving her child of the nutrition it needed or something. At her side, Tanner stiffened, so Harper put a hand on his arm to stay him.
Polly smiled at her again. "I'll bet you're hoping it's a little girl."
Um no, Harper was just hoping the baby was healthy.
"Are you scared about … you know … the labor?"
Of course she was, but she'd obviously rather not discuss it with someone who was essentially a stranger.
Polly moved closer and spoke in a low voice. "I won't lie, it's not a walk in the park. I told myself that I wouldn't have any pain relief and I'd do it all natural. But God, the pain! Honey, I don't envy you at all, you poor thing." She patted Harper's hand. "My Aliyah – her head was huge – tore me right open until my vagina and anus was just one big hole. I had to have so many stitches, I could hardly walk afterwards. What made it worse was that I lost so much blood, I had to have a transaction."
"A transfusion," Harper corrected.
"That, too. Don't you worry none about putting on weight. Some men … well, they like a woman with a bit more cushion."
Harper forced a smile. "That is a comfort. Now I don't mean to be rude, but I need to use the restroom."
"Oh, of course, I apologize for keeping you."
"Have a good evening." Harper raced to the door. Tanner then leaned his back against the wall, on guard, as she and Larkin headed inside. Larkin entered first, and she'd only taken three steps when she came to an abrupt halt. "Well, well, well. I didn't expect to see you here."
Harper peered around her, and inwardly cursed as she saw Carla leaning over the sink, chest heaving. Her demon hissed, wanting to claw the bitch. Carla stood upright, her movements stiff and awkward, eyes flaring.
In all the times she'd come across Carla over the years, Harper hadn't seen the woman experience any real depth of emotion. Oh, she'd seen flashes of feelings such as irritation or anxiety in Carla's eyes, but nothing deep. Right then, however, Carla was seething. And that, Harper thought, was bad. A narcissist in a rage was an irrational creature … though perhaps not as irrational as a she-demon that had an unborn child to protect.
Not wanting to appear as though she was cowering behind the sentinel, Harper moved to Larkin's side. The harpy went rigid, not liking it, but she didn't argue. Harper was their Prime; it was her right to deal with whatever came next. She was about to advise Carla to scamper when she spoke.
"I came because I needed to know if you'd found out something about the real Horsemen – I want my son's name cleared. Imagine my fucking surprise when I heard that you're … " Carla cut off, as if the sentence would be too hard to finish.
Larkin jutted out her chin. "You should leave." It wasn't a suggestion.
Carla gave a mocking smile. "But I should be part of the celebrations, right? I'll be a grandmother," she said bitterly.
Larkin arched a brow. "How can you be a grandmother when you're not even a mother?"