-Ronan Hale:
The words still rang in my head, heavy and inescapable. Elara is pregnant.
I wasn't sure how to process it. Hell, I wasn't sure how to process anything right now. I was a goddamn vampire, something I swore I would never become. I was still furious, still filled with resentment.
Every time I looked at Lucien, I wanted to punch him in the face, but then I'd see Elara—see the quiet strength in her eyes, the way she looked at me like I wasn't a monster—and it forced me to think. Forced me to accept, little by little, that I couldn't keep pretending this wasn't real.
I needed to control this. If not for myself, then for her. For the baby.
And that meant I had to spend more time with him.
This led me to my current predicament: sitting in the library with Lucien, listening to him drone on about vampire instincts while I did my best not to let the sheer misery of the situation kill me.
