Page 49 of Wedlock
“No,” I shake my head. “I need to do this alone.”
I don’t bother adding that if I find my brother’s body there I plan to kill Spider. The subtext is clear to both of them.
“You might want to start looking in the forest on the east side of the estate,” Mother murmurs as she leaves the room. “Just a guess.”
Wolf snorts and gives me a knowing glance, and I shake my head.
‘Guess, my ass.’
“Don’t get yourself killed,” he says as he follows Mother to the door, “and leave no trace of your visit. Actually, just in case, get your affairs in order.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I snort as he reaches the door.
Turning, he looks me in the eye.
“You’re the most bloody-minded, stubborn, hell-bent-on-vengeance, bad-tempered vampire I know, but confidence is not something you’ve ever lacked.”
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Wolf.”
“Let’s make sure it’s not the last,” he growls as he leaves.
Chuckling, I get to work, already calculating what weapons I’ll need and whataffairsI still need to get in order, principally, naming my heir.
If I’m not going to marry the Princess, someone will have to inherit if I’m killed, and it may as well be the boy Mother and Angie are determined to say is mine.
35
The knock on my door is firm and loud, and my heart jumps into my mouth immediately.
I know that knock.
Looking down at the baby on my breast, I bite my lip in consternation, excitement, and not a little fear, before answering.
“Come in.”
Just as I knew he would, Falcon stalks through the door, frowning slightly when he sees me sitting before the fire, my shirt open.
“If this is a bad time…”
“It’s not.”
I return his frown, but drink in the sight of him as he walks to stand with his back to the fireplace, flicking me a quick glance before staring down at the baby.
Tonight he’s dressed all in black. Black commando pants, black muscle-hugging, long-sleeved shirt. It’s one of the rare times I’ve seen him without a suit, and the almost military cut of his attire accentuates his strength and height. He’s never looked more dangerous, or more sexy, and I gulp and look away, following his gaze to our child.
“Your son is hungry, again,” I shrug, grimacing as the baby, as if understanding, bites deeper.
Falcon gives a faint, sharp, intake of breath, and I raise my eyes to his.
“What?”
“I didn’t expect to see you so scarred,” he says quietly.
“I’m only human,” I blush, knowing he’s referring to the bite marks covering my breasts, “and I don’t heal as quickly now that I’m not under the obedience bite — but I don’t mind. I’d rather a billion scars than to have my mind trapped again.”
Self-consciously, I pull the fabric of my shirt closer around me, so only the swell of my breast and the baby’s head is visible.
“I came to tell you I’m leaving,” he says gruffly, as though reminded of where he is and suddenly confused as to why he’s even telling me this.
