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I would not argue with that.

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By the time the early hours of the new day approached, just as Mallory had predicted, my face hurt from smiling, I’d ditched my shoes, and curls were slipping loose from the updo Lindsey had worked so carefully to achieve.

Supernaturals, used to the late hour, still danced to the band, which had been playing for hours. A few hearty humans danced, but the rest sat droopy-eyed at tables, yawning as they waited for an opportunity to leave.

;  “Too dangerous for the Apex of the North American Central Pack?”

“Didn’t you once say we were family?” I teased.

At the word “family,” a shadow crossed his face, and the dread in his eyes chilled my blood. I didn’t like seeing that emotion on Gabriel Keene, who was as fearless as they came.

“What is it?” Ethan asked.

Gabriel shook his head. “It’s your wedding.” He uncapped the flask he hadn’t yet put away, took a drink of his own before tucking it away.

“It’s our life,” Ethan said. “And our city. If you know something . . .”

Gabriel had prophesied Ethan and I would have a child—the first among vampires. Historically, three vampires had been conceived, but none were carried to term.

There’d been a caveat to our possible miracle: We’d have to face some unspecified test before it happened, and even the drama of the last year hadn’t filled that horrible quota.

Gabriel turned and looked at me, seemed nearly to look through me in that shifter way of his. “You need to be on your game.” He looked at Ethan. “Both of you.”

“Meaning?” Ethan asked, a thread of concern in his voice.

“Meaning . . .” He paused, seemed to grapple for words. “There’s something in the air. Something I don’t like. Something uncomfortable.”

The chill grew stronger, lifting goose bumps on my arms as I thought of my conversation with Mallory . . .

“What kind of something?” Ethan asked.

Gabriel just shook his head. “That’s the problem. I don’t know.”

“Is it a general unease?” I quietly asked. “A malaise?”

He looked surprised, then suspicious.

“Mallory said the same thing,” I explained. “That she had a sense of dread and didn’t know why. Couldn’t identify a reason for it. Catcher didn’t sense anything, and she didn’t want to talk to you because she was afraid she was just being paranoid.”

Gabriel shook his head. “I don’t like this.”

“Why do you think it’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” he said, and looked back at us. “You know prophecy isn’t exact. I get senses, images, but I don’t know details.”

“But?” I said.

“But it feels like the world is shifting. And with it, the future. Your future.” He glanced down at my abdomen. “His or her future.”

I hadn’t taken the idea of a child for granted, or hadn’t meant to. I knew the future was uncertain. But that didn’t ease the fear that clutched at me, that made me feel preternaturally protective of someone who didn’t even exist yet.

Ethan moved a step closer, as if to bring me within the sphere of his protection. “You’ve already said we’d be tested.”

“And you will be.” Gabe lifted his gaze again, and the sympathy in his eyes nearly brought me to tears. “But that may not be enough.”

“Meaning?” I said, but the word sounded hollow, far away. As if I wasn’t actually part of the conversation, but hearing it. Trying to live through it.

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