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It had been an amazing six months. Logan and I had gotten married at my mother’s insistence a week ago. Logan had wanted to do it within a week of them arriving back home, but she’d demanded time to plan a proper wedding. I was happy to let her do her thing. Logan had grumbled the entire time, often complaining about not wanting his daughter to be born without us being properly wed first.

I rubbed my belly, and the bump there was huge, considering the size of my husband. I wasn’t looking forward to the birth, but I was glad I wasn’t alone. Shayla’s baby bump was nearly as big as mine. With her tall, willowy figure and the size of her hotty professor, she was much in the same boat as I was when it came to how little space we had inside to carry our ginormous babies.

Logan and I were on a honeymoon, though we hadn’t gone far from home. I’d wanted to travel, but considering I was nearly seven months pregnant, Logan refused to fly anywhere, and he’d absolutely put his foot down about the cruise my grandmother had suggested. We’d all just rolled our eyes at his usual overprotective attitude when it came to me and our growing little girl.

We’d already been to the beach and stayed for a few days. Currently, we were on our way to the mountains where we’d planned to hide out in a cabin all alone for the next week before finally heading back home. I already missed Sammy, and I know Logan did, too.

I walked down the sidewalk, heading toward the restaurant we’d seen as we’d driven through the city we’d stopped in for the night. Logan was just a few feet away from me, looking suspiciously at a group of men talking outside a nightclub. I could have told him they were demons and that was probably why he felt his internal alarm bells ringing, but I figured I’d wait until we were alone.

“Oh, excuse me!”

I turned back to see a woman a little shorter than I was with the longest, most beautiful silvery blond hair in front of me holding an adorable baby boy. “Oh, my Goddess. I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I cried.

“No! You’re okay. I just didn’t want you running into the car door,” she smiled warmly. “How far along are you?” she asked, looking down at my belly.

“I’m almost seven months.” I pointed over my shoulder at Logan, who was now speaking with a demon about as tall as he was, with deep black hair so dark it seemed to absorb the shadows around him. I blinked as I felt the power radiating from him as far away as I was standing. The demon kept glancing over, looking at the demon in front of me with her baby. “That’s my husband. Do you know the demon he’s talking to?” I glanced back over to see Logan and the demon shaking hands, then they both began to walk over.

“That’s my mate, Varrek. My name is Juliette.” She held out her hand, which wasn’t holding the baby. I shook her hand and almost gasped. I didn’t know how she was able to mask so much power so easily. I wondered if she did it on purpose or if it just came naturally. “Wow,” she said. “I knew you were a witch, but you have a lot of magic.”

I laughed and released her hand. “I could say the same about you and your power. I’d like to know how you’re able to conceal it so well.”

She frowned. “I didn’t know I was.”

Just then, her mate reached us and took the baby from her arms. As he leaned over to kiss Juliette, the baby gurgled happily, and I felt Logan wrap his arm around my waist. “Hey, little witch. You shouldn’t have walked off,” he murmured before kissing my forehead. His free hand went right to my baby bump, which he never could seem to resist touching whenever I was close.

I laughed. “I was five feet away.”

“Too far,” he scowled and pulled me in tighter.

“Juliette,” I said, catching her watching us with a smile. “This is my mate, Logan. Logan, this is Juliette.”

“Nice to meet you,” Juliette said, holding out her hand for a shake. Her mate frowned as she made contact with Logan, and I had to stifle a laugh, because Logan was the same exact way with me. “This is Varrek,” she told me.

As Varrek and I shook hands, I felt Logan tighten his hold on me, but I ignored it as visions flooded my mind.

“He’s in a tower,” I said, staring into Varrek’s deep emerald eyes, my grip tightening on his. “In the Pacific Northwest. He’s against the water. In a large city. Famine needs you. His mate is in danger.”

I released my hold, withdrawing my hand and sagging against Logan as Varrek stared at me, frozen. I imagined that little surprised the demon, but my words seemed to do the trick.

Juliette gasped next to him, and her eyes filled with sudden tears as she reached out to grab her mate’s arm. “Varrek!”

He turned to her, his expression still shocked, but his eyes full of moisture as well. “We must go.”

She nodded furiously. “I’ll call the others!” Then she turned for the car door, still standing open, and practically dove inside it.

Varrek turned back to me and inclined his head. “Thank you, Bridgette. I have been searching for my brother with no indication of where he could be, until now.”

“I wish I could give you more,” I said.

“You have given me everything,” he denied. He reached his hand into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. Taking a card from it, he held it out to me. I reached out for the card as Logan watched the two of us. Looking down at the thick, black business card, all I saw was the word Brimstone written in red and a phone number. “If you ever need anything, never hesitate to call. Now, please excuse my hasty departure. I must go find my brother.”

“I understand,” I said, gripping the card tightly. “May the Goddess be with you.”

He inclined his head and turned for the car, handing the happily gurgling baby over to Juliette. Then he climbed inside and shut the door. Then, immediately, the car pulled away from the curb and into the flow of traffic.

“What was that all about?” Logan asked as we stared after the car.

“That,” I said softly, “Was Death. One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”