Chapter 111
Darkovan’ arms slipped around Linnea as if she had always belonged there. As he pressed her to him, he felt the softness of her breasts, fuller than he remembered. She took his hand and placed his palm over the small roundness below her waist. Our son. Our Dani. Linnea drew back, regarding Darkovan with the inhuman composure of a Keeper. “We will get through this. No matter what happens with Lord vodemort Darkov or his Ridenow confederates, they cannot touch what we have together.” An emotion akin to gratitude welled up in Darkovan. He had almost lost her, this woman with all her courage and understanding. She was with him now, and he sensed that never again would there be such a misunderstanding between them. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he began to hope. BOOK
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