Page 149 of Broken Souls
“Everything.”
“Ah.”
I scowl into his chest, but he just holds me.
“Well, how about we go home and have a shower, and I wash all this blood off you? Then I’ll draw you a bath and give you a back massage?”
Fuck, that sounds nice.
“Maybe,” I grumble.
He doesn’t make a sound, but I can feel his laughter as he picks me up and carries me out of the building.
Fifty-One
HER
I sit in the bath between his legs. He washed the blood off me, running the cloth along my body while I stood under the spray of the shower. Leno and Maddox are currently dealing with the portal situation, questioning Zara’s soldiers (the boys knocked them out instead of killing them) to try to see how often she got in touch with her father and where she went on the full moons. Depending on what they say, wemightbe able tostage her death to have been caused by a werewolf under the Craving after we dump her body back on Blo´dyrio´.
With a little sigh, I lean against Varius’ chest. His fingers rub between my pussy lips, slow and gentle. It isn’t sexual. It’s just touching for the sake of touching. A need to be connected while our souls try to heal from all the pain we’ve suffered through.
“Why did you let me kill her?” I finally ask, realizing I have no idea why he did it. I turn to look at him, but he nudges me back around.
“She touched you without my permission,” he says as he cups a breast and teases my nipple under the warm water.
“No, she –” My jaw drops as I twist to face him. “You’re such a neanderthal! You got jealous she touched mymind?”
“I told you, Micha. Every part of you is mine. Now face forward so I can hold you.” He manhandles me, twisting me around until my back is flush against his chest again. His hand goes back to rubbing my nipple.
I swat him away. “You have issues, you know that?”
“I know. I married them.”
“Hey!” I start to turn around again, but he stops me by pushing two fingers into my pussy. I suck in a breath as I lift my hips.
He chuckles as he pulls them out again, then goes back to just petting me. I smile as I sag against his chest.
Lifting a hand to my stomach, I think about the little life beneath my palm.
“We’re making a baby,” I whisper.
His hand rises to cover mine. “Can you feel her kicking yet?”
I shake my head. “I’m only fourteen weeks. It’ll take another two at the earliest; though as she’s my first, I might not feel her for over a month or two.”If she survives that long.I’m still at a high risk of having a miscarriage. Babies don’t develop a magical immune system until the twentieth week.
He squeezes my hand.
I force a smile even though he can’t see me. Sau is the best healer on this side of the Atlantic, perhaps even in the entire world. She’s going to be fine. A warmth blossoms in my chest. I can feel the truth of that statement. I might not be a foreseer, one who catches glimpses of the future, but there are some things a mother justknows.
My smile turns genuine with giddiness. I’m going to be a mother. “What do you think about Bambi?” I ask softly as I run my fingers across the back of his hand. My heart flutters with sudden nerves. Most parents don’t think of names until after the twentieth week, but I know our baby is a fighter. She will make it to term.
“Like as a movie?” he asks.
“No, as a name.”
“I guess it’s fine for a deer…”
I smile. “No, for our baby.”
