Agatha looked down at her stomach. Neither did she. That uncertainty frightened her more than any threat Gideon had made. The boy she once knew had limits. The man he had become did not seem to possess any.
Still, Agatha forced herself to remain strong. She could not break. Not while her child depended on her. Every morning, she woke and reminded herself that Lucian was alive. She could feel him through their bond.
The connection was faint because of Gideon’s spells, but it had not disappeared.
Some nights, when the house was completely quiet, Agatha closed her eyes and concentrated until she felt the smallest warmth in her chest. Lucian. Her mate. Far away, but still connected to her. She did not know whether he could feel her in return. She hoped he could. She hoped he knew she was a
