Page 122 of Lethal Souls

I can’t help smiling. “Yeah?”

“Makes me feel safe.” He carries a hand over my bloated belly. “Can’t wait to hear this heartbeat too.”

“What about names?” I ask. “Do you have any in mind?”

“Hmm. Well, if it’s a girl, I’d love to name her after my mother. Her middle name was Iris.”

“Iris. That’s beautiful.” I gently scratch his scalp, and he moans. “What?” I laugh.

“You know I love it when you do that,” he drawls.

“If it’s a boy,” I say, still scratching. “Warren.”

“Oi,” he sighs. “Iris or Warren Harlow.”

I smile at that. Hearing the names out loud makes this feel all the more real.

“Sleep, Caspy.” I caress his earlobe with the pad of my thumb as he closes his eyes.

Minutes later, the tension leaves his body and he falls asleep.

SEVENTY-FOUR

CAZ

Something’s pounding.

The growls of wolves swell in the cabin, and I stir awake. Sitting up, I glance at Willow who is asleep right next to me.

The pounding sounds again.

The door.

“Willow, get up,” I whisper, shaking her awake.

She wakes up, disgruntled and confused. “What? What is it?”

“Someone’s here.” I march across the room, snatching my gun from the table. I check the chamber for bullets before slinking to the door.

Cerberus and Silvera bark at the door, and I sidle against the wall before stealing a look out of one of the windows.

“Who is it?” Willow whisper-hisses, her back pressed to the headboard.

When I spot tendrils of silvery hair billowing in the wind outside, I sigh and lower my gun to grip the doorknob.

“Why are you knocking?” I snap at Hassha when I swing the door open. “You could’ve just teleported your way inside.”

She stands on the other side, her head in a slight tilt. A short distance away are Milandra and another Kessel warrior.

“I didn’t want to interrupt the monarch and his mate. I know how wild and sexual you Tethered become when you are alone.”

Heat creeps up my neck, and I so badly want to fight the stupid embarrassment taking over me.

Willow climbs out of bed, laughing on her way to the door. “Hi, Hassha.”

The Regal smiles warmly. “Hello, Willow.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask.