Page 95 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

God, I love that expression. Love how much he cares.

“I know it’s early, but Dravarr, I can feel it… I can feel our baby!” My fingers linger over the soft curve of my lower abdomen. “She’s so tiny, but her magic’s already singing along with mine.”

Did my mother get to experience even a fraction of this connection as I grew inside of her? Oh, how I wish she could have felt what our family’s magic is like here in Faerie! Free and strong and how it was always meant to be!

My daughter will have that. Along with a loving father and a whole village to spoil her.

“A babe?” Dravarr’s face breaks into a heart-stopping smile as his hand curves over my stomach. “We’re going to have a babe?”

“Yes.”

His arms wrap around me, as he leaps to his feet, pulling me up with him. “You’ve made me the happiest man in Alarria. No! In all the realms.”

“I love you,” I cup his cheek.

“I love you, my moon bound bride.”

He kisses me, pouring all of his love and joy into me and setting my heart soaring.

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The huge gray monster climbs the side of the pillar as if twenty feet is nothing.

I scooch to the far side, teetering right on the brink.

But the top of the stone’s not that big. He swarms up over the edge, leering at me, and one long arm reaches out.

“No!” I throw up my hand. The crystal on my chest heats, and a tingle of electricity zips through me body.

The monster flies backward!

What did I just do? I jerk in surprise and take half a step back. Onto empty air.

“Eeeeeee!” My arms pinwheel as I fall, my heart thundering. I don’t want to die! I don’t want to hit the ground!

I snap to a stop, laying onnothing.

“What the hell?”

My fingers dip down a couple of inches to bury in soft moss, then I drift the rest of the way, settling onto the ground as gently as you please.

“That didnotjust happen.”

But it did.

I moved that monster… with my mind! Then I broke my own fall. It’s like I became a character in one of my favorite fantasy movies or games, one where I’m a wizard or a witch.

An angry snarl jerks me upright. The gray monster’s back on his feet. I guess a twenty-foot fall isn’t anything to a guy that big.

I leap to standing, and my five-feet-two-inches feel absolutely miniscule when faced with his eight feet. I’m a pebble facing a mountain.

But this pebble’s got powers!

I throw up my hand again—

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