Page 27 of Stolen By the Demon

When we were alone, Devon pulled me into his arms, “Little flame, there is one more thing I have to tell you.”

The tone of his voice alarmed me. He sounded apprehensive and sad. “What is it?”

“Last night, I realized something,” I looked up, and he closed his eyes, his expression full of regret.

Something cold spread through my stomach, a foreboding feeling spread, that threatened to choke me. “What?”

“Your father’s plan… it’s all for nothing now.” He opened his eye and looked at me; his fingers on my hips tightened their grip as if he were afraid I would run. Which sounded appealing right then, because… he frightened me. Deep down, I knew I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“You lost the ability Father wanted you for.”

The coldness increased inside of me. “What?” My voice was barely a breath.

“Your ability to bear children,” Devon’s voice was tortured. “I’m so sorry, Blanche, vampires can’t give birth.”

“I can’t have any children?” I stated flatly.

“I’m so sorry.” Devon regarded me worriedly, while I felt frozen. I would never have children. Never. My heart would have stopped beating then, had it not already done so before. Pain wrecked my stomach and I would have sunken to the floor, had Devon not held me up. Devon! Oh no!

Would he still want me? If I could never have children?

“I will never have your babies,” I said in a quavering voice, fearful of what he might say.

“Blanche.” He lifted my head by applying gentle pressure with his knuckles underneath my chin. “We have forever. You and me, that is all that matters.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry about me, little flame. I never thought of having children. It’s nearly impossible for all immortals.”

“Oh,” I took a minute to digest this, realizing that I was merely deflecting my own pain. Anger flooded me at the thought of all the things that had been taken from him and me. All the things we had gone through. Anger directed at Jonathan, whose greed had nearly ruined my life.

Another thought, though, entered my mind. Satan had ordered my father to raise me for the purpose of bringing his son into the world. Had that ability not been robbed from me, Devon and I would never have found peace anywhere.

Now, though, Satan was done with me. He would never want me. Never.

I would never bear a child. Never.

Two nevers.

Everything in this world has a price, I realized and strangely I felt myself coming to terms with this new development.

“The demon and the vampire,” I said with a wane smile.

“Prince of Demons,” he corrected with a hesitant smile.

He nudged me with his fingers. “Will you be okay with this?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Regretfully, he shook his head, and I nodded.

“Let’s go make my father pay.” I pushed my chin forward determinedly. I would still need time to come to terms with everything, but now all I wanted was to finish this and get some revenge.

We took several cars. Devon and I were alone in one while the others piled into the rest.

“Are you alright?” Devon asked when he parked the car in front of an elaborate gate.

“I’m not alright, but I’m ready,” I answered honestly.

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