Writing Prompt Wednesday: Doubt

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It’s Writing Prompt Wednesday again! This week, I’m going to go with the first couple I ever published, Chance and Christobal! Since I’ve been playing in their world for the past few weeks, I figured I may as well stop in and see what was going on with them. Hopefully, you will enjoy this little scene I’m calling Doubt.

This week’s prompt: Shake it until you see it.

Hope you enjoy!

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

“Shake it until you see it.”

“I don’t think it works that way.”

“Polaroids do.”

“Actually, they don’t.”

Chance frowned as she placed the small stick on the side of her sink. For weeks she would feel ill at different times. Her magic was barely under control and her emotions were even worse. “You would think that with as much magic that we have around here, finding out if someone’s pregnant should be simple, right?”

“Nothing about life and death is simple,” Freddie said softly. Her own magic still fluctuated. There were times when she would see the corpses of random people on the streets. Ghosts followed her periodically and once the corpses of various animals on the property followed her. Before Chance could apologize, she shook her head and smiled. “But that would also take out some of the fun and surprises.”

She just wanted to eat a burger without worrying if it would come back up. “I’ll remember that when it’s your turn.” Chance caught sight of her blush and leaned forward. “Does that mean I should have bought two?” she teased as she lifted the small box for the pregnancy test.

Freddie shook her head and rubbed at the back of her neck. “No, Daeon has been nothing short of a gentleman.” She leaned her head back against the door she sat against and sighed. “We’ve kissed a few times. But I just can’t get into it.”

Chance concentrated on washing her hands as she thought about Freddie’s hesitation. The elf that stole Freddie’s heart was still missing after a year. And now another elf seems to have taken a liken to her. “Have you told Daeon about Tristan?” she asked.

“He says that he’s completely fine with being patient. But if he’s anything like the other men we know, he’s totally not fine with it.” Freddie sighed as she brought her hand up to massage over her heart. “It’s just that I feel him still here. Like he’s just out of sync. And I could reach out and touch him if I tried hard enough.”

“Tristan wouldn’t want that,” Chance said as she dried her hands. She glanced at the test and frowned when she saw the single mandatory line of the test appear. “If he gets out, so does Asran.”

“And that bitch can rot,” Freddie said as she jumped to her feet.

Chance watched as she paced across the large bathroom and back. A muse left Chance as she leaned against the sink and crossed her arms over her stomach. “You realize the pacing thing is why I didn’t want Chris in here, right?”

Freddie paused and looked at her feet. She then smiled. “I actually figured it was because you didn’t want him to see you cry when you read the results.”

Chance rolled her eyes and turned away from both the test and Freddie. “I’ll be perfectly fine, no matter what it says.”

“Really?”

Chance looked out of a window and shook her head. “Absolutely not,” she replied. “Aubrey is a gem and I wouldn’t replace her for all of the power in the universe. But I don’t think I’d be that great as a mom.” When Freddie snorted, she frowned and looked at her friend. “What?”

“I’ve seen more than my fair share of bad parents. You will be amazing. I mean, come on, you’re an actual dragon. What better to guard the treasure that will be your child?” Freddie then shrugged before sitting on the side of the tub. “Hell, if I ever pop one out, they will be spending almost their entire life with Auntie Chance and Uncle Christobal. Maybe Uncle Drake too.”

Chance laughed as she felt her hands shake. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered. Tears started to fill her eyes as she thought of a small child that was both a dragon and a phoenix. “I know I can’t. A mix of me and Chris? Do you realize that child will know zero fear?” she asked.

Freddie smiled. “That might be a good thing.” Chance’s glare made her laugh. “This way you know you won’t raise a wilting flower.”

Before Chance could reply, a small alarm went off. Both she and Freddie turned to the sink counter and looked at the small pregnancy test. Chance swallowed as she pressed her back against the window. “I can’t do this,” she said softly.

Freddie stepped in front of the sink and stood in front of Chance. “No matter what, you’ll be fine,” she said placing her hands on the other woman’s shoulders.

The touch grounded her. Chance inhaled as she tried to regain control of her trembling form. She blinked as Freddie lead her to the bathroom door. “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper.

Freddie opened the door to reveal the prince of the fire demons pacing in front of their bed. She looked at Christobal and gently nudged Chance towards him. “We didn’t read the results,” she told him. When he frowned, she shook her head. “Chance is a little worried, and I think she should take a minute to calm down.”

Chance closed her eyes as Christobal’s arms wrapped around her body. She inhaled his scent and felt her body relax against him. Freddie was right. As long as she and her husband were together, they could take on anything.

Freddie went back into the bathroom and Chance took a minute to look at Christobal. “What are we going to do with a dragon/phoenix baby?” she asked in a whisper.

He smirked as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We let it hatch, Kitten.” He laughed when she playfully pushed at his shoulder. Christobal lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. As he sat with her in his lap, he shook his head. “She will be loved and protected.”

Chance noticed his wording and raised an eyebrow at him. “And if it’s a boy?”

“He will be sent to the nearest, strictest demon army for training and discipline.” Christobal laughed when she made a choked noise of outrage. He pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her lips. When she tried to bite him, he continued to laugh. “My son will probably be hell on wings. He’ll need it.”

“That is so sexist,” Chance said shaking her head. “What if your perfect little princess is hell on wings? Have you thought of that tough guy?”

Christobal smiled as he continued to hold her. “As you see with Aubrey, you will have to be the tough one. My princess will be nothing short of perfect.”

Chance laughed as she placed her head on his shoulder again. With everything they had gone through, Chance was always happiest when she was in his arms. She closed her eyes and let him hold her. “My prince will be just as perfect as your princess,” she told him.

Christobal pressed a kiss to her temple and leaned against the headboard. “You say that now. If he’s anything like me, you’ll want to throw him into an army the second he learns to fly.”

The door to the bathroom opened again to reveal Freddie. She looked at the couple and gave them a small smile. “I think Aubrey is going to enjoy being a big cousin,” she said as she held up the small stick test.

Chance’s eyes widened as she realized that the line she saw earlier was now joined by another matching one. She straightened as her hand flew to her abdomen. “It’s positive,” she said softly. When Freddie nodded at her, she climbed out of Christobal’s lap. “I’m having a baby?”

Freddie nodded as Chance approached her. The smile she wore widened as Chance took the instructions from her and read them again. Chance swallowed as she looked at the folded paper in her hands, the woman in front of her, and her husband.

Christobal brushed her hair away from her face. He gave her a worried look when tears started to fill her eyes. “Kitten, we’ll be fine,” he said in a reassuring tone. His sapphire eyes were nearly glowing with joy as he held her.

Chance swallowed as her mind tried to process the fact that she would have a baby within the next year. Both Christobal and Freddie were right. As long as she and Christobal were together, there wasn’t anything that could stand against them.

Unless their child ended up as stubborn as the pair of them combined.

Chance’s stomach suddenly went sour. “I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled before running into the bathroom.

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That’s it for this week! Stay tuned for next week’s prompt: Well, that didn’t go as planned.

Dawn!

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Writing Prompt Wednesday: Mate

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Welcome to week 5 of Writing Prompt Wednesday!

Remember a couple of posts back, we were introduced to a couple named Kenji and Clover? Yeah, well, here’s another snippet of their story. As a matter of fact, the next few prompts may be with them since I’m going to start working their story.

Hope you enjoy!

Now, on with the show!

This week’s sentence: “When you see a stranger, follow him.”

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

When you see a stranger, follow him.

It was one of the first lessons Kitsune teach their kits.

As he walked down the busy city streets, Kenji decided to amend the lesson. When you see your mate, become a stranger.

Kenji changed his shape to that of an older woman wearing a professional suit. It fit in well with this section of the city. Most tourists stayed away from the less popular business sectors of the city. They didn’t hold the same pulse as the Marketplace. That was just as well. Kenji didn’t want to be around a slew of mortals anyway.

He did want to be near his mate. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know she was his mate. At least not yet. He would give her some time to get used to the idea of being with him. Being the mate of a Kitsune was not for the faint of heart. But Kenji had the feeling that she would accept him. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel. Not when it owed him.

She stopped at a street corner and pressed the signal button for the crosswalk. Kenji slowed his gait and examined her clothes and demeanor. She wore a fitted black suit with white pinstripes. On her feet were stylish black boots with sharp heels. They would be fine as a weapon should she need to kick someone. The purse she had over her shoulder was nothing but a hindrance. Anyone could use the straps against her. But what caught his attention was the pair of leather gloves she wore. Kenji frowned as he thought about the night he snuck into her apartment. She had dozens of pairs of gloves.

When she was with him, he wouldn’t let her wear gloves.

Kenji froze in place as she turned and looked over her shoulder. He nodded at her. The daylight highlighted her regal features making her even more beautiful to him. Once the light changed, she turned and walked across the street.

He continued after her at a slower pace. When she glanced over her shoulder again, he pressed his lips together. She couldn’t know who he was. He wouldn’t have a chance to learn about her if she knew he followed her. So, like any respectful Kitsune, he did what came naturally.

He shifted his shape again.

Mortals were so preoccupied with their own lives they never noticed what was in front of them. Now, instead of a 40-something white business woman, he resembled a Hispanic man in his early 20s. His clothing also shifted to a plan button-down shirt and blue jeans. He wanted to appear as harmless as possible. Scaring his mate was against the rules.

She turned another corner and Kenji could hear a soft cell phone chime. She paused and reached into her purse. Kenji was forced to walk past her. She was so wrapped up in finding that damned device that she hadn’t even realized she made herself a target. A growl escaped him as he passed another building and quickly enters its shadow. He watched her from the side of the building.

His mate lifted her phone up to her ear and sighed. “Hi Bae,” she said into her phone.

Kenji’s eyes narrowed and a growl escaped him. He knew what a bae was. Someone called their significant other “before and after everything.”

His mate would not be calling anyone Bae. Except him.

After he made her love him.

She looked around before continuing her walk. “I’m making my way there now. Keep your pants on.”

Kenji stepped deeper into the shadows as she walked past him. He leaned against one of the two buildings he hid between and scratched his nails down the metal and concrete. Her scent seemed to wrap around him and tease him. Kenji stayed between the buildings for a moment. He had to overcome the urge to capture his mate and steal her away. He knew that would scare her.

He stepped out of the shadows and changed his shape once more. Now he looked like a tall black man. A few of the mortals around him made sure to move out of his way. He didn’t want to concern himself with what mortals thought they saw. No one would believe them anyway. Not when they now lived in an age of computers and videos.

His mate continued her phone call as she made her way to one of the city parks. Kenji smiled to himself as he followed her. If she liked nature, then maybe she would like to visit his home in the Ainodake Mountains.

As she disconnected her call, Kenji looked at the area around them. His mate was out in the open and completely oblivious to the world around her. Everyone seemed to be going about their business, but something about the park smelled off to him. Kenji frowned as he stepped past the gates of the park. The familiar feeling of magic danced across his skin and Kenji felt his shape return to his normal shape. He couldn’t fight his curse.

His mate wandered onto neutral ground. The majority of his magic would be nullified while in the park. Only his truest form would be able to work in the area. Kenji growled as he looked at the various trees along the path. There were too many places for people to hide. And he hated the thought of his mate in danger.

A heavy breeze passed him and Kenji reacted before he realized what he was doing. He ran after his mate and tackled her to the ground. He turned and took the brunt of the impact, only to roll her under him. Before she could ask what he was doing, the garbage pail directly behind them exploded.

His mate’s scent changed from intoxicating to petrified. He pushed himself off her enough to look at her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She blinked at him. “Matt?” she asked.

He frowned. The first name he wanted to hear from his mate’s lips was not his brother’s. “Kenji,” he corrected. “Matt’s older brother.” He stood and helped her to her feet. Her hands were shaking and one of her gloves were torn. “You live in his building?” he asked, knowing the answer.

She nodded as she tucked her hands into her pockets. “Yes. Thank you,” she turned and reached down to grab her purse when he beat her to it. “I’m Clover. Clover Ramsey.”

Kenji nodded as he scanned the area. People were screaming and checking on their own loved ones as the garbage pail continued to burn. “We need to get you out of here,” he said. As she looked at him, he gently took her arm and guided her further down the trail.

“You’re bleeding,” she said before reaching for his collar.

Kenji grabbed her gloved hands and looked into her eyes. “I’ll heal,” he said softly. A glint of metal caught his attention. Shots rang out in the air and more garbage cans started to explode. Kenji hissed before wrapping an arm around her. One of the bullets struck the pavement next to her foot. He pulled her close, knowing that she was even more terrified of him now. “Trust me,” he ordered before rushing forward and lifting her into his arms.

He growled as her body trembled. He could feel his own changing and gaining more power.

“Tails,” she whispered in his ear.

Kenji smirked as he opened a portal. Normally, he didn’t any of his tails to open a portal that could take him anywhere in the world. Because of the damned spells of the park, he only needed two. A growl escaped him as he tightened his grip on her. “You’re going to feel a little sick,” he said before running through the dark cloud that started to form in front of them.

She kept her face turned from him as he stepped out of the portal and into his home. Kenji would have like to keep her in his arms longer, but her damned phone started to ring again.

“I have to answer that,” she whispered.

He lowered her legs and helped her over to the sofa. When he helped her sit, he noticed how stiff she was. “Do you want anything to drink? I can find something.”

She looked around and felt tears coming to her eyes. “I need to go home,” she said as she continued to tremble. When he reached out to touch her face, she quickly slapped his hand away and stood. “Don’t touch me. Just, please. Take me home.”

Kenji looked at the woman in front of him and straightened. She was his mate, but she also seemed as if she couldn’t stand his touch.

The phone started ringing again. Clover reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. “I’m fine Basil,” she cried into the phone. “I just need to go home.”

Kenji blinked as she nearly collapsed onto the sofa again. Her body shook with sobs as she dropped her phone. Kenji went to her side and picked up the device. “She’s safe. I’ll protect her,” he said to the person his mate called Basil.

“Where do you have my sister?” a man’s voice nearly growled.

Kenji frowned as he watched Clover. She covered her face with her hands as she seemed to cower away from him. “We’ll be in her apartment in less than five minutes,” he said before disconnecting the call. He dropped the phone back into her purse and gently touched her gloved fingers. The leather that covered her fingers was butter soft. He would have to reevaluate his thoughts on her gloves, as soon as he found out why she wore them. “I’ll take you home,” he said in a whisper. When she looked at him sharply, something in his chest pained him. “I have to hold your hand though.”

“No skin,” she told him. “Please, just… no contact with bare skin.” She wiped her face and stood, making sure to leave space between them.

Kenji could remember tales of mystics and mages that could see into the future if they touch a person or object. “You have precognition,” he said with a nod. “I will be more careful.” He stood his full height and held out his hand.

Clover looked around before looking at him. “You’ll take me home?” she asked.

He nodded. “I can take you to Matt’s apartment. Then I will walk with you upstairs to your home.”

Her eyes stayed on his for a long moment. “I’m not sure if I trust you.” She still slid a trembling hand into his.

He grinned and tightened his hand around hers. “You can trust me,” he confessed. “I don’t think anyone else will though.”

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I think I had way too much fun with these two. See you next week!

Dawn

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Missed Mark

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So this is week 4 of Writing Prompt Wednesday! I can honestly say that I’m having a blast I hope you all are too!!! This time around, we’re going to see Simon from the High Council series. He is off on his own with a new character. With as much as my mind wanders, we’re going to be jumping around with all of my characters and the potential universes in my head.

Thanks for sticking with me!

Now, on with the show!

This week’s sentence: “I’ve got no reception in the club.”

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

“I’ve got no reception in the club.” Simon cursed as he pulled the slim device from his ear. It was his first mission with this new team and multiple things seemed to go wrong for them. He looked at the monitoring equipment they had been given. “Part of me thinks the Council wants us to fail,” he mumbled.

His current field leader shook his head. “There’s no benefit to our failure.” Leon Sheppard leaned back in his folding chair and balanced himself on the two back legs. “This is a new team, and while there are a few rookies here, I really doubt the Pendragon would let you die. And that says nothing about the elf.”

Simon frowned as he turned to his laptop. “Chance is only so powerful,” he said pulling up his email account. “The rest is none of your business.”

Leon folded his arms behind his head. “It is when it clouds your judgement.” He allowed his chair to drop and leaned forward. “You were made the team lead. You’re our voice when shit goes down with the Council, or any other officials that may come after us. I’m supposed to make sure we can all walk out of that club tomorrow with as little damage as possible. So, if you’re so screwed up in your own shit that you don’t even realize these were not the earpieces McAllister send us, then whatever is fucking with your brain is my business.”

Brown eyes looked at the slim devices before seeing the box next to his foot. There was a note attached with Moira’s flowing handwriting. “She sent in new ones?”

Leon grabbed the note and stood. “Simon. Don’t try to use the crap those idiots at hq tried to give you. The range on them sucks and you won’t be able to hear anything. Take these. They’re easier to sync and we won’t have to worry about you. Love Moria,” he read. Leon dropped the note into Simon’s lap before pacing the room. “Now, tell me that bullshit bit again. About them not caring.”

Simon swallowed as he read the note for himself. Moria was the best tech the Council had. There were plenty of times her gadgets saved their lives. She would have sent him the best equipment if she had the means. And Chance would always make sure she had the means. Their team had been more like a family. He swallowed as he reached into the box and pulled out five small com-units. He also found another note. It was a simple card that made him smile. “Stay safe. If I have to come after you, you’ll be sorry,” he said with a sigh. He then looked at Leon. “Things between Aria and I are complicated. At best.”

Leon nodded as he went to the window and looked out onto the street. “I figured that part out when Emrys let you come here.” He then glanced at Simon. “But none of that explains why you ran from the States.”

Simon tested one of the com-units to stall replying to Leon’s statement. It pained him to know that the woman he loved was beyond his reach. Merlin, no, Emrys now, said that he would grow to be good friends with Braeden. But he didn’t count on it. Not when both Braeden and Aria were thousands of years old, and he was simply a human. “I love her. She’s mated. I don’t want to be around watching what I can’t have,” he said putting everything back in its box. “Aria is someone I will always count as a friend. But I can’t sit by and watch her be happy with Braeden.” Simon then stood and stretched his arm. “And if you tell anyone about this conversation, I’ll gut you.”

Leon smirked as he crossed his arms. “What conversation?”

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This one is short, I’ll admit that. But hey, they call can’t be long. Let me know what you think!

Dawn

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Perceptions

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Hello again!!!!

It’s time for Writing Prompt Wednesday. This week, we’re going to visit a couple that has been haunting me for longer than I should be admitting. Braeden and Aria.

When we first meet them, it’s is Dragon’s Awakening. I’ve never gotten around to their story. But here is a start to it….

This week’s sentence: Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.

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Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger. It was a song lyric that made his mind go around in circles. He would have done anything Aria asked of him. He still would. But all she asked of him had been distance. He granted it, knowing it was what she needed. Now, over a year later, he was beginning to rethink his position. He looked at the pictures in front of him and felt his mood sink..

His mate. The one he loved since they were children eons ago. Was now out of his reach. Possibly forever.

Braeden tried to throw the photo away. There had been many times when he put the 4 x 6 photograph in the bin. But each and every time he would pull it out. It wasn’t her fault she finally found comfort. He was happy she was able to move on beyond what his cousin did. His beautiful Aria was slowly becoming the woman she had always been destined to be.

And she did all of it without him.

Braeden held the picture of her and her teammate, Simon. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Her head was tilted towards his as he spoke to her. Braeden was sure his brother’s mate took the candid image, not realizing it would rip out his heart.

Then again, Chance still hadn’t completely forgiven him for sleeping with another woman while Aria had been in danger.

He hadn’t forgiven himself either.

“Gods, not this brooding again,” his best friend commented. Braeden turned and looked at Drake. The vampire crossed the room and went straight for the wine on the refreshment tray. “You really need to make a decision,” he said as he poured a glass.

His father and brother said the same thing. Neither really understood what it was like to have pushed the woman you loved away. Christobal has his mate in Chance. A dragon that was more than capable of handling both his nature and his mood swings.

Things had never been simple between him and Aria. Life sent them down different roads. Every time they saw each other, something would drive a bigger wedge between them. He finally thought they had a shot. Her obligations to both Merlin and her dead father were met. She was finally starting to break out of the unfeeling shell she encased around herself.

And then his idiot cousin defiled her.

Braeden held up the picture in his hand. “Aria has already made it.”

Drake looked at the image and snorted. “She only allows him that close because he’s human and isn’t a threat.”

“I know that.” Braeden sighed as he exchanged the image for one that made him smile. Aria holding her small daughter. “Simon is safe and he knows enough to try to protect her and the baby.”

Drake sipped at his wine. “Chance says that they are starting to plan her Naming. Aren’t you also going to go?”

Braeden shook his head. He remembered how terrified she was that day he and Simon rescued her. “She wouldn’t want me there,” he said.

Drake was silent for a while. Braeden knew the vampire was only holding his tongue because he was waiting for the right moment to comment. He always did.

Braeden continued to flip through the pictures Chance sent him copies of. “Aria has a good eye,” he commented. He sent his mate the camera for Christmas and she had been taking pictures of everything she could ever since. Christobal said it was almost like therapy for her.

Another picture caught his eye. It was the baby. Her cherub face was all eyes and gums as she smiled for the camera. He touched the side of her face, knowing that the child was going to be a magnet for danger. “She’s going to be a heartbreaker,” he commented.

Drake snorted. “She already has your brother and Simon falling over themselves to keep her smiling and happy.”

“What about you?”

The vampire’s grin was unrepentant. “I am clearly her favorite uncle,” he joked.

Braeden laughed. Drake always had a way with women. It didn’t matter how old they were. He looked at her picture again and sighed. “I won’t make Aria uncomfortable by showing up where I’m not wanted.”

“Did she said she didn’t want you?” Drake asked. When Braeden looked at him, he folded his hands behind his head. “If the words didn’t leave her mouth, then there is still hope. I think this self-imposed exile is a lot much. But if it makes you feel better, then who am I to judge?”

Braeden frowned as he put the pictures back in their envelope. “You didn’t have to watch her flinch every time you stepped closer to her.” He remembered the way she moved away from him and into Simon’s arms. “You didn’t watch your mate cling to another man while you could do nothing to ease her pain.”

“That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.”

Braeden looked at Drake and sighed as he realized what he said to his friend. Drake had met the woman that could have been his more than once. And each time, she was entangled with someone else. He was finally starting to realize that she wasn’t meant for him. “I’m sorry,” he said before running his hands through his hair. “This whole situation is just…”

Drake finished his drink and poured another. “It sucks,” he said raising his glass to his lips.

Braeden nodded as he moved to turn to the serving tray. Before he could say anything else, his phone started to ring. He went over to his desk and picked up the slim device. His eyes widened when he saw Aria’s name on the screen. “Aria, are you okay?” he asked as he looked at Drake.

“I didn’t want to catch you at a bad time,” she said nervously.

Braeden shook his head as he walked to the patio doors. “No, never,” he said going outside so he could talk to her alone.

“Did you get the pictures?” she asked.

His eyes widened as he thought of the pictures. “Yes,” he whispered. He swallowed as he remembered how Chance just dropped them off. “I hadn’t realized they came from you when Chance gave them to me.”

She was silent as he looked out at the night sky. “I don’t know if I can be around you,” she confessed.

His eyes closed as she put a voice to his fears. “I understand.”

“He… he turned into you towards the end. Before you got me out.”

It was a shame that he would always carry. The vacant look in her eye as he untied her. The soft plea in her voice to just get it over with and not wear his face anymore. The broken look that crossed her face when he called her Gemstone. “I know.”

“I can’t hold off Aubrey’s Naming anymore. My grandmother says that it will make both clans look weak.”

Braeden opened his eyes at the mention of her grandmother. “You aren’t weak,” he told her. “And if that old bat says anything to the contrary, I’ll…”

A soft huff of amusement came from the other end of the phone. Braeden froze at her next words. “I think I need you here.”

Braeden swallowed as his mind processed what she told him. “You want me there?” he asked.

“Only if you want to come,” she answered quickly. “I don’t know how to handle the courts or my grandmother. I know I’m the Heir, but what if the Clans reject her because of… everything.”

Braeden leaned against the patio doors. On a good day, he was defenseless against her. When she was confused and unsure, he was willing to become the Demon his father raised him to be. “Don’t worry about the Clans. Or anyone else for that matter.”

Her breath was shaky over the phone. If he knew she was this much of a mess, she was on the verge of breaking down. “Thank you,” she said in a whisper.

He slid down the doors and sat on the cold stone of the patio. “I want you to try,” he told her. When her breath hitched again, he pushed on. “I’m not talking about anything intimate. I won’t push you any further than you’re willing to go. But damn it, I need my wife,” he confessed.

Over the phone, he could hear the soft rustling of tissues. A part of him was pleased that she just as emotional as he was. But then again, she could just be upset with the idea of her grandmother being so close to her daughter.

“I don’t think I can be what you need.”

Braeden shook his head. “That’s for me to decide.” He looked at the sky and smiled at the shooting star. “Who knows, you may decide that you don’t want me for your mate.”

Another snort. “I told you when you bound us I didn’t want you.”

He smiled. “But you have to admit, I was wearing you down. It only took a thousand years.” Braeden could hear her soft chuckle and felt like he conquered a kingdom. “Text me when and where. I’ll be there for both you and the baby.”

“Her name is Aubrey,” she told him. “I don’t think anyone told you.”

No one had. He caught it earlier in the conversation. “It’s beautiful.”

“I still don’t know if it will be De’Winter or Grayworlds. Grandmother wants me to give her to the De’Winters.”

Braeden frowned, knowing he was about to overstep bounds again. “She is a Calvolcanti and will be raised as such,” he declared.

“Brae,” she started.

He jumped to his feet and started to pace. “I will stand by your side, I will be the husband that you need in every way. Albert already robbed us both of so much, I won’t let him take your daughter too. If we have to lie to the world and let them think she’s mine, so be it.”

She was silent for a long moment. She then inhaled as if gathering strength. “Thank you,” she said again. “I’ll see you next week.”

“If you need me, call,” he told her before she disconnected the call. Braeden looked at his phone as her picture went dark. He looked at the shooting star again and smiled sadly before going back inside.

Aria needed him. And she was still terrified of him. At best, she would get over her fears of him and they would find their way to each other, finally. At worse, he could damage her permanently. And he would rip off his own arm before he allowed that.

 

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