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“Willow?” I say, making a guess of my own.
Smiling, she nods.
“Fine. Willow it is.” Mischa rips another petal from the rose in his hand and presses it to her forehead. “Willow Mischovna Stepanov.”
“What about this one?” I ask, stepping forward. My hand cradles my belly and Mischa promptly sinks to one knee, pressing a petal against my abdomen.
“This one…” He frowns, mulling it over. “Mischa Junior.”
A laugh escapes me. “And if it’s a girl?”
He shrugs. “Mischa Junior.”
I roll my eyes as he stands, drawing me close. His lips flutter over my cheek, imparting a million promises he can’t say out loud.
Danger swirls around us—maybe it always will.
But, this time, we’ll face it, two wolves with nothing to fear.
Side by side.
