“My wife has a way. She knows these things.”
“Aefre will never give you our child,” Constantine says, crossing his arms. “And I won’t allow it.”
Drake sighs. “The child is not yours, man.”
“Ridiculous,” Constantine scoffs. “Aefre can only get pregnant by me.”
“Or a Fae,” Drake presses, his lips tight.
Constantine’s blood runs cold. No.
No.
No.
No!
It cannot be!
“She wouldn’t…” he starts but stops before he makes an even bigger fool of himself. Or more like, Aefre, makes a bigger fool of him.
“I’m sorry,” Drake says quietly, lowering his eyes. “Maurelle has foreseen the birth of her niece.”
Constantine closes his eyes. His heart stops. How could she? She promised! She promised she would never go near Vito again. She lied! She fucked him and now…
She said it was mine.
“Convince her to let the child grow up knowing her true heritage,” Drake presses.
Constantine wishes he would shut the fuck up and get out so he can think. When he opens his eyes, Drake has gone.
His blood, that was so cold, has started to boil. His power has descended and completely taken him over. There is no part of him that wants to save her from his wrath.
His wife betrayed him in the worst way possible.
And now she must pay.
Ponte, Italy, May 2015 - Aefre
“You’re back!” I hug my daughter, so happy to see her again so soon. She grins and hugs me back and then I turn to her father. His face is grim, but he allows me to embrace him. His arms tighten around me, almost protectively and it makes me pull back and give him a querying glance. “What is it?” I ask, immediately suspicious.
“Is everything all right?” he asks, glancing furtively around.
“Yes, I think so,” I reply. “Why?”
He purses his lips and takes in my furrowed brow. “Dracul sent us back here. He was…worried…”
“Worried?” I exclaim. “About what?”
“You,” he says and glances around again, taking in Frederick, who is standing silently by my side, Lincoln, who is roaming around in a circle getting agitated at the tenseness he can feel radiating off my sire and Devon, who is skulking in the alcove staring out of the window, pissed off as I have once again told him that I am in love with Frederick and he is the man I want to be with. I know it hurts my charge terribly, especially as he still doesn’t trust Frederick, but I can’t help how I feel, and I can’t deny that it feels wonderful to finally be free of the burden of choosing.
“Me? I’m fine,” I say with a reassuring smile and a look back at Frederick. He takes my hand with a frown.
“Why?” he growls at Remiel, who doesn’t take to kindly to the close proximity of my lover, nor my protruding belly which clearly indicates my advancing pregnancy.
“I don’t know,” he says in a clipped voice and looks around again, clearly expecting a threat of some sort.
“Where’s CK?” Delinda asks suddenly and Remiel freezes. He spins around as soon as my husband Teleports in behind him and I grin at him.