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“What was your mother’s name?” she suddenly asks, snapping me out of my thoughts and threading her fingers with mine.
“Ileana,” I answer with reverence. “If there was ever a person I respected more than my father, it was my mother. My father saw to our safety and protected us, while my mother held everything else together. They were a powerful couple; something I wish you and I would grow into.”
She sighs. “I’m sorry… about what my family did—”
I hold two fingers to her lips and shake my head. “You are not the one who drove that stake through their hearts. Your leaders fooled all of you and made us out to be murderers of humans when we simply use them to feed before healing them afterward. Not all vampires decide to take the path of the Devoid.”
“Devoid?” she asks, turning her head.
“They are vampires who drain humans to the point of death, the ones who kill innocents and think nothing of it. Devoid of empathy and feel nothing when they kill others.” I explain, remembering my father’s lectures.
She shivers. “Like Eirisse Vasile; she seemed a lot colder than Kazimir.”
“That’s because she is. While Kazimir uses mind games to avoid the change in his eyes to hide his true nature, Eirisse doesn’t care much for it. She killed her Fated after he gave her two children. According to rumors, she had no need for the emotions she felt for him and saw him as a burden.”
I don’t tell her Kazimir uses mind games as a means to placate victims and trick them into trusting him. Most vampires are terrified of Eirisse, while Kazimir is the veritable monster.
Katherine remains quiet, as if deep in thought, and I wonder if I scared her off with my description of the twins. I don’t really want to talk about them, but I know the topic will come up soon.
“Hmm, I’ve been thinking about baby names,” she says after a while with a giddy tone and turns her head to face me. “If it’s a girl, I want us to name her Gileana; it’s a mesh of our mother’s names.”
The change of topic is so fast that it takes me a while to register what she’s just said.
“Giselle and Ileana,” I smile. “I love it. But what if it’s a boy?”
She screws up her face and shakes her head. “I don’t know yet. No way am I naming my child after my father.” She says in disgust before leaning back into my arms. “I’ll leave naming the boy to you.”
“I’ll happily take the honor,” I say, kissing the side of her head and breathing out a content sigh.
We’ve been holed up in this hotel room for the last 24 hours with nothing but each other for company. Katherine has blossomed within these few hours, talking openly to me about everything; her dreams, her fears, what she hopes we would grow into, and her excitement about her pregnancy.
It adds to my guilt knowing that I’m not being truthful with her, but I’d rather have her out of the way than have to worry about her safety.
“... what do you think?”
I blink when I hear her voice and realize too late that she’s been talking the entire time while I’ve been deep in thought.
“Sorry, love. What was that?”
She turns her head and frowns. “Where were you just now?”
Offering her an apologetic smile, I sigh and hold her tightly. “Someplace where my mind shouldn’t wander off to - DA work,” I say, watching her expression turn into a pout.
“You’re thinking about work while I’m laying in between your legs?” she asks, then turning around and straddling me. “Am I not doing my job here, King?”
She leans down, trailing kisses down my chest and nipping with her fangs against my skin. My eyes immediately close at her touch and I groan. “No, clearly not,” I tease, and she huffs before raking her nails down my sides.
My cock hardens as she strokes it through the fabric of my boxers with a grin on her face and my back arches in anticipation of her mouth. But just as she’s about to wrap her lips around my length, my cell phone rings.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” she groans, poised with my cock to her lips, and sighs. “Guess you better get that since you set it to ring only if Valentine or Church calls.”
I swear I’m going to murder whoever just got in the way of what she had planned, but her words break through my lust and I realize she’s right. If Valentine or Church calls, it has to do with the council.
“Sorry, little lamb,” I apologize yet again when I get to my feet. She huffs out an ‘it's okay’ before turning on her side away from me. It’s so odd to see Katherine emotional at times when I’m used to the cold hunter who wanted me dead; so I never know how to deal with it.
I sigh and grab my cell phone from the nightstand, noticing Church’s number and answering immediately. He speaks in Romanian and informs me that the council should arrive soon and I respond in English with I’ll be there soon.
I made sure that I’m not that far away from the estate, so I’ll be able to drive there under the pretense of a meeting and get back before she even realizes what happened.
