“She’s got extra life energy,” Silva offered, popping her gum. Her silver sword was tucked to her side as she watched on with a giddy smile. “Awesome! Can I take a picture for SpellBook?”
Dominic glared at Silva. “No, you can’t. And what are you talking about, ‘extra life energy?’”
“You know that stuff Zoey makes with Romano? What’s it called … the Miracle Grow? Little Rosemary here reeks of it.”
Little Rosemary?
“I like Dora as a nickname,” Giuliana offered.
“You are not going to name the coolest kid born, like, ever after a chick still looking for her backpack. Little Rosemary is better,” Silva stated as if it were the end of the matter.
Dominic looked to Zahara. “Could the Miracle Grow have affected her?”
“She’s not like anything we’ve seen before, Dominic. It could have. If the Fae Queen sees it, I’d trust it.”
“Fucking great.” His daughter was a potential blood-thirsty sociopath with speedy growth thrown in for good measure. He was sick and tired of shit going on around them that wasn’t fixed as easily as putting a bullet in someone.
Daddy, hungry.
For now, he’d feed her and care for his mate. Tomorrow, they’d deal with what this may mean.
Chapter Two
Dying sucked. Correction, nearly dying sucked.
“Fuck.”
The sound resounded in Heath’s head before it ripped from his throat and slapped him in the face like a sucker punch.
He wisely kept his mouth shut after that.
Eyes wide-open, he could see nothing but the swirling force of chaos, shades of black twisting and turning in billowy smoke and razor-sharp edges. It buffeted Heath, slamming him back and forth as his lungs expanded painfully on a gasp.
I could have just been left to die.
“Healing is painful, Kieran of the Shadow.”
He blinked. The same voice that had spoken to him when he’d been pulled into the Chaos Realm swelled in his head.
Who are you?
“You’ve asked before, and I give the same answer. No one and Everyone. She needs you.”
I’m not good for anyone.
“No, not anyone. But for her, maybe. When the pain is gone, you will know. Your soul will cry, your cells eating away at what went before to be replaced by one thought. Her.”
You speak of Fate Pairs.
Heath knew of it. Similar to the way wolves mated, Fae were Fated for the other. Their very souls stitched together to become one—each unable to harm the other physically—and they’d go to death as one.
Heath was not worthy of something so beautiful.
“I do.”
The only female Fae he knew of—at least that he could trust from his memories—was Silva with the Lombardi Pack. He’d felt nothing but hatred and anger for her, until the end when he’d felt guilt. Who else could there be?
I don’t understand, he thought at the voice.
