Page 133 of Burn Falls

“How is that possible if there’s no heartbeat and vampires don’t age?”

“I don’t know, sweets. But the venom in your veins hasn’t stopped pumping since you became pregnant. That has to mean something.”

I nodded slowly, processing what he was saying. “I guess. I just hope the pain is gone.”

He took out the wand and then leaned forward to kiss my lips. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

Somehow we were able to be quiet as we made love while my mother still slept on the couch. It was slow and deep and perfect. Everything about Draven was perfect. And now that everything was said and done, he couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could I.

“What’s going to happen to the coven?” I asked while lazily running my fingers along Draven’s rippled abs.

He shrugged a little beneath me. “Not sure.”

“Does he have a second in command or something?”

“Samuel.”

“Was Samuel one of the vampires that came tonight?”

“No.”

“Is he as bad as Renzo?”

“I think if someone was under Renzo’s control for so long, that it’s bound to be imprinted on them.”

“So we did this for nothing?”

“No. We did this for revenge for your father.”

“And you and Athan,” I corrected.

“Us too.”

“Will he come after you?” I asked, referring to Samuel.

“He shouldn’t.”

“He better not.”

“No, he better not.” I heard the smile in Draven’s voice as he spoke.

Draven and Athan had a long talk while I was at work, and it seems that the revelation that Athan is bi and once loved Draven is now water under the bridge. Though, could one ever truly get over someone they once loved? Maybe if they only thought they loved them. I think Athan will once he finds his true love.

If he ever does.

It took my mother several days to grasp the fact that I was a pregnant vampire, who was dating a much older vampire. I also moved in with Draven because of the sun issue and him having blackout curtains that were programmed to go up and down when the sun rose and set. If you had asked me at Thanksgiving where I saw myself in four months, I would never have told you the story that had taken place since Christmas.

Not ever.

Draven and I sat on the back deck, sipping glasses of blood and watching the water glisten under the moonlight. I smiled to myself as I envisioned Selene looking down on us, and then I silently cheered to her. I honestly believed that I wouldn’t have had the courage to muster the strength to end Renzo.

“Ready?” Draven asked.

“Where are we going?”

He grinned. “It isdatenight.”

I laughed, throwing back my head. “Every night isdatenight.”