Chloe drifted off, her dreams taking hold. In them, Liam cradled her gently.
“Liam, where’s Arran? I love him too,” she murmured, her voice soft but aching.
“Shh, just rest. You need it, the baby needs you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead before stroking her hair.
Hunter stood silently, watching her sleep. The games had ended long ago. She was his captive now. His touch made her skin crawl, though she tried to hide it. He could feel it anyway.
The kid’s going to be powerful, he thought. Magic from both parents. A damn strong warlock in the making.
Why do I even care about her? He wondered. I’m not built for love, not after Victoria. Victoria was magic, their passion was...
Chloe stirred, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. Her eyes fluttered open, then
