Page 62 of The Princesses of Ruin (The Princesses of Ruin #5)

H er thoughts are disjointed. From discomfort to confusion to happiness in a blink. I hold her against my breast and sob, my body high on the euphoria of freedom from pain. Kazimir wraps us in his arms, and I feel complete. My reaper, and my little golden wheat.

I brush my fingers across her scalp. Her hair is so light, so soft. If it weren’t for Kazimir’s white-blond, I would’ve wondered just where this came from…certainly not me. It’s good then that my bits were left out. She’ll be better served as a stronger woman. Stronger than me.

I lean up and kiss him. He kisses me back.

“What’s her name?” he asks.

I look down at our beautiful baby, and only one name comes to mind.

“Belinda.”