Mae stood there for several agonizing seconds, her mouth agape. Finally, she simply blurted out, “No. I can’t. This isn’t right. Something’s not right.”
Not waiting for his response, she nearly ripped open the door and tore down the hall to the kitchen. There, her mother was engaged in some kind of altercation with Claudia, Mae’s sister, while their brother Cyrus leaned against the wall and looked on with amusement.
“Mother,” exclaimed Mae. “What in the world is—”
Her mother held up a hand for silence. “Be quiet. Something important is going on.”
“More important than you selling me off?”
The angry expression reserved for Claudia shifted to confusion and then understanding. “Ah, that.”
Mae felt her eyes widen. “Yes, that! How can this be some kind of afterthought? We’re not in some kind of Regency novel where you trade me for a dowry!”
“So dramatic.” Her mother tsked. “You know these kinds of business transactions are made all the time.”
It was true. Although antiquated by plebeian standards, marital arrangements involving exchanges of goods weren’t uncommon among the castes, especially the upper classes.
“Yes, but usually the parties involved get asked!”
“Why? Is there someone else you wanted?”
“I didn’t want anyone!” Mae told her. “Not yet.”
“Maj.” Her mother put on what was apparently supposed to be a kindly look, but it came across as condescending to Mae. “You can’t really have thought you were going to flit your days away doing nothing of use, did you? Look at you. You are our last, best hope to turn this family around. You need to redeem us, save us from the ruin others would see us plummet to.”
She directed a glare in Claudia’s direction, and that was when Mae got her first solid look at her sister’s face. “Something important” might have been an understatement. Claudia was pale and looked as though she’d been crying. Mae glanced between them uneasily.
“What…what’s happening?” she asked.
“What’s happening,” their mother said, “is that your sister is a slut.”
Claudia’s white face turned red. “That’s not true! It’s not my fault!”
“Really? Someone else was whoring herself out?”
“It wouldn’t have happened if you’d let me keep my implant!” Claudia cried.
Their mother’s expression could have frozen the room. “Well-bred ladies don’t need contraceptive implants once they’re of age. It’s an insult to keep them…which reminds me, Maj. You can get yours removed now too. You’ll want to once you’re married anyway.”
“Really?” demanded Claudia. Her eyes shot daggers at Mae. “Even now, you manage to make this about her?”
Mae was still a few beats behind. “Are you…are you pregnant?”
“You win the prize,” said Cyrus with a chuckle. “You’re going to be an aunt. She beat Philippa and me to it.”
“But that’s good news,” said Mae slowly. “I mean, there’ll be talk since you and Marius aren’t married yet, but still…a baby so soon….” Claudia was late getting engaged since she hadn’t had all that many boyfriends after her debut, but pregnancy at the beginning of a marriage was a dream come true for most Nordics.
“It’s not Marius’s,” said her mother flatly. “It’s not even Nordic.”
“Oh.” Mae didn’t need to hear any more to understand now why things were so grim. A plebeian had gotten Claudia pregnant. It was pretty much the most scandalous thing that could happen to a young patrician woman. They’d all had the importance of virtue driven into them from youth, with plebeians especially being regarded as the dirtiest of the dirty. Why would anyone risk sullying their genes? “What are you going to do?”
“Well, we can’t terminate it. It’s impossible to find a safe doctor to perform that off the grid. If we go to a qualified doctor, there’ll be a record of it. Even if it’s confidential, we can’t risk word of this getting out.” Her mother sighed and shook her head. “No, there’s only one choice. We’ll have to send her away and find some reason to delay the wedding. There are places that specialize in this. It doesn’t require much skill to have a baby—or to make one, apparently—and then after that, we’ll have it sent out of the country.”
Mae hadn’t really thought anything could shock her more than Kris’s proclamation. “Just like that?”
“It’s easy,” said Cyrus. “I mean, not as easy as Claudia is, but it can be done. It happens more than you think, and I know some people who can help.” Mae didn’t acknowledge that. She’d heard rumors that her brother was getting involved with the Br?dern, but it wasn’t a topic she wanted to pursue right now.
“How can you just send away another person?” Mae turned to Claudia. “How can you send away your own child?”