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Seb was alive, but I was livid with the whole situation.
Clay pulled a chair from the wall and placed it next to me. “The wards only push away evil spirits. Ryan’s mother was magical, his father a light fae. That made him strong, the strongest of the light fae. But Ryan and his father wanted more and made the plan to make the light fae—Ryan’s offspring—stronger again. That is why he was desperate to bind and claim you. He wanted your magic first.”
“Probably why he was angry when Aria was born. And Blake?”
Clay nodded. “But Blake is different. He got through by using his magic. He was stronger than I ever envisaged. But he could only come through as Blake, not as the dark king. He couldn’t bind in your home. The wards would have known. We would have known who he was. We’ve had to raise most of the wards because of his baby,” Clay said, watching as Blake passed by the room.
He doubled back and our eyes locked for a brief time, his attention taken when Kane stopped to talk to him. Aria reached her arms out and Blake smiled as he took her.
Aria touched Blake’s black hair, then looked into his eyes. It was as though she remembered he saved her, but I was sure it was purely mesmerising to see eyes so blue. I expected Kane to be annoyed or at least perturbed, but the smile on his face let me know he would accept Blake now.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I thought of asking him once more to try. And I loved Kane and Seb so much, but there was a place in my heart that ached for him to want me. Because I knew he loved me, that wasn’t a question—he just didn’t want me. He didn’t want me enough to share this life with me.
“Blake found her. Ryan had hidden her inside a den he had obviously been living in,” Clay said as he watched the same scene I did. “Or at least biding his time in. We need to find out how much his mother knew.”
“I thought that might be the case,” I said, ignoring the comment about Ryan’s mother. I knew it involved her somehow, but I would let Clay deal with her. She was magical and betrayed our kingdom, and the words she used at his fake funeral now told me she knew all along. But as I looked at Blake, he was all I could think about. “He’s a good man for someone who is dark.”
“Not only dark, but the darkest of all, and yes, you are right. He is a good man.”
Clay continued talking to me, but his words had no meaning as I stared at Blake. Watching his lips move as he spoke to Kane and I couldn’t zone in. All I heard was a sharp ringing in my ears. The intensity on Blake’s face suggested he had disagreed with something Kane had said.
Tears rolled. I knew what it meant.
Clay swept me into a tight hug, kissing my hair and rocking me back and forth. “It’ll be alright in the end, it will work.”
“I need Aria,” I whispered.
“Okay.”
As Clay left the room, I pressed my forehead onto the bed, ready to chatter away the hours as I waited for Seb to wake and instantly my eyes closed as tears sprung to my eyes.
A little later, Kane’s hand moved slowly down my back until it was resting on my lower spine. “He’ll be fine.”
It didn’t feel as though Seb would be, but I turned my face and tried to smile at Kane. My eyes zoomed over his shoulder when I noticed Blake still outside the room. His movements were quick, but I jumped up as he moved away.
“I need to speak to Blake,” I said, holding Aria in my arms and rushing out of the door and into the corridor.
The door to the room silently closed behind me. Blake turned, feeling me there. I walked to him, his eyes were rimmed with red, making the pale blue of his eyes stand out.
I stopped in front of him, and Aria leaned forward and rubbed her finger over his tear.
He looked down at my belly, like he had just realised I was now heavily pregnant with his child. Blake’s hand scooted out. It was like it was instinct. His fingers splayed across my stomach. His eyes raising to mine as he felt his son kicking under his palm.
“A football player,” he said.
“Like his father,” I replied and smiled.
Blake arched an eyebrow. He glanced down again, staring at the bump, his hand moving all around. It was as though he couldn’t stop it. But for me, it was a sweet moment between the man I loved and the baby he wanted.
“Do you have a name for him?” he asked.
“Do you?”
He hesitated and smiled. “I like Dante,” Blake said.
“Me too,” I replied.
The silence lingered in the air. “You won’t try to take him away from me, will you? You know you won’t get away with that.”
