Page 88 of Fangs for the Memories
Ferenc’s eyes flare, but he puts me down, and I bolt for the bathroom. If I thought I’d conquered the nausea thing in one day, I was entirely wrong. Instead I’m retching my guts up to little effect.
“What is wrong, kedves?” Ferenc is on the bathroom floor next to me, holding my hair back and gently rubbing my back.
I look at him, unsure, now he’s here, bright, alive, perfect, and I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to tell him.
“I…er…ate too much pizza,” I say, already knowing the lie is utterly terrible.
“Grace? Grace?” There’s a pounding on the door.
I glance at Ferenc. His dark eyes are still trained on me.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call back, my voice husky with my nausea.
“We, or rather your werewolf, don’t have a minute. They’re here,” Kezia says. “You need to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ferenc growls. “What is wrong, Grace?”
I know I should tell him to go, tell him to run, to get out of this bathroom, out of this house, and out of this country for his own safety. I know all of this.
But I can’t because his gaze has a hold of me like something tangible. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I have to tell him. I have to get the words out, somehow.
“I’m pregnant, Ferenc. You’re going to be a father.”
For a second, he is frozen, eyes fixed on me. Then, as the sounds from outside hit us, he blinks.
“You’re in pup?” His rich voice rolls around the small room.
“Yes.”
Ferenc grasps my arms and, despite everything he’s witnessed, I find myself consumed in a kiss to end all kisses, one I don’t want to ever stop.
“It’s time to end this.” Ferenc says as he releases me, getting to his feet.
“Wait.” I scramble to mine. “You can’t. They’ll kill you.”
“They can try,” he growls, “but I have a mate. I have pups on the way. I doubt anyone or anything can kill me today.”
He pulls open the door before I can stop him. I can see through the kitchen, through the hallway, to the front door where the werewolves are braced against it, holding something or someone back.
Dominik stares directly at Ferenc from his position at the entrance to the kitchen. All my friends are seemingly holding their breath.
“Out of my way,vampire,” Ferenc growls.
“If you do this…” Dominik says.
“If I do this, you will have my back, as you have always done. As I have had yours,” Ferenc growls. “And more, because this time I do it for my mate.”
“This Monster Force—they’re not like the others…”
“I know. I’ve met them, and they’re about to meet a monster for the second time ever,” Ferenc growls.
His entire body is straining at the fabric of his suit, ready to shift, about to go completely feral.
“Ferenc,” I say, softly, needing him to concentrate on me. “If you do this, they’ll believe monsters are what they think theyare, dangerous. You’ll prove an untruth.” I take his clawed hand. “And I need you, with me.”
He fires out a hot snort of breath.
“Then I will prove them wrong.” Ferenc’s hand curls around mine. “Because there are no monsters here. There is only the unbreakable bond between mates, and it deserves to be shown to the world.”
