“Never,” he rasps, pulling my hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You will always bring out the worst in me, Lucy Cushing.”
Dominik
My littlegalambomhas a tiny human growing inside her. I have seen it with my own eyes. It looked like a bean, but then it had a head and tiny heart which fluttered and fluttered.
An entire being within her. A living being. It sets something off inside me, something I can’t fathom. Something which causes pain in my chest.
I rub there as I wait for the doctor to take blood from her behind the screens, which is entirely unnecessary, as the scent of it fills the room and makes my fangs ache. I long to feed from my mate again, even if we’ve entered into this arrangement I proposed and now dislike with every bone in my body.
Lucy is my mate. There is nothing I can do to change it. My agreement with my brother should keep her safe providing no one outside my inner circle knows she is not a vampire.
It does, however, mean I need to discuss something else with my Lucy.
The doctor pulls back the screens and places the vials with the life-giving liquid into separate plastic bags and then places stickers on each of them with a stern look at me.
“You are doing very well.” She pats Lucy on the arm. “Your baby is healthy and providing you look after yourself, everything will be fine.”
“Lucy will have everything she needs,” I say.
“Everything?” Lucy queries as she stands and adjusts her clothing. “Are you sure about that, Dominik?”
The ring on her finger catches the light.
“Everything,” I say emphatically as the corner of her mouth quirks up.
Am I going to regret my rather expansive statement? Most probably.
“Unless you have any further examination, Doctor?” I stare at the human who has been treating both humans and dealing with their vampires for many years.
She shakes her head. “I’ll see you in two months’ time, unless you have any concerns, in which case Mr. Király has my contact details.”
Lucy thanks her, and I hold the door open for my mate to leave. Outside in the large anteroom, I catch up with her.
“I have something to ask you.” I murmur in her ear, reveling in the scent of her hair. “Come with me.”
I lead her out of the room, into the large atrium where the staircase winds up from the ground floor and along a passage which leads around to the other side of the building away from the road.
This part is empty. As the building itself belongs to me, I know which areas are let and which are not. Opening one door, I usher Lucy into the room.
“It must be important if you’ve had to bring me here,” she says, looking around at the empty space. The walls are a stark white, in contrast to the wooden flooring.
“It is.” I place a hand on the wall next to her.
Lucy leans to one side, resting her shoulder against the same wall, and folds her arms. She raises her eyebrows.
“It’s to do with you being my consort.”
“I’ve already agreed to it, Dominik. I’m not going back on my word,” she says.
“It’s more abouthowyou are to be my consort,” I say, caging her against the wall as I shift my weight around and press against her.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she says, staring up at me with that fierceness I absolutely love sparkling in her eyes.
“Ah, that is true, but vampires expect a clearer indication as to whose consort you are.”
“Like what?”
“My mark.”
