Page 81 of Princess Redeemed
“Rogan…”
“No.”He shakes his head and drops his hands, intertwining his fingers with mine.“Let me finish, Hannah.”
I draw in a breath as I nod.
“I told Eris everything,” he says again, this time in a softer voice.“About us.About our child.”
“And what did she say?”I whisper.
“She was furious, of course.”He tightens his grip on my fingers, his knuckles white against his dirty skin.“She threatened the child, Hannah.”
Though I already knew all this from Alara, a sickening dread clutches at my heart anyway.
“She’s powerful enough to do it,” Rogan continues, “and she’s vindictive as hell.”
“So you came here to warn me,” I say.
“Yes.I couldn’t risk anything happening to either of you.”
I don’t reply at first.This isn’t news to me, but Rogan doesn’t know of my dealings with Alara.
Silence stretches between us.The small life movement inside me feels more vulnerable than ever, a tiny thing against the tempest of the world.The desire—no, theurge—to protect him becomes stronger than ever.
If I have to kill Eris?
I fucking will.
“Where is she?”I grit out.
Rogan doesn’t answer, and it doesn’t matter.I already know what has to happen.I must protect my child no matter what.Not only as a mother, but as a vampire princess.Alara prophesied that this child was destined for something great.
He needs to be born.
And he needs to live.
I already know my destiny.It’s not to kill my stepfather, the demon king, as the demons tried to convince Rogan and me.
It’s to kill Eris.
This is a she-wolf that cut out the hearts of two dead vampires.For what?
“Rogan,” I say, “did you ask her about the vampires’ hearts?”
“I didn’t get a chance.When I refused to mate with her, she ran off.”
“My God…” I rub my forehead.
“Princess…” His voice is low, nearly a growl.
“Yes?”
“I need you.I need you now.”
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I raisemy gaze to meet his.His eyes—those beautiful emerald eyes—burn with intensity.The passion crackles between us like a high voltage current.With a shaky breath, I release his hand and reach for the raw wound slashed across his cheek.
“Princess…” he murmurs again, softer this time.
