Page 4 of Lunar Desires
“We’ll figure this out,” I said gently.
His throat bobbed. “I…what…what if she is pregnant? What if…” He closed his eyes. “What if I’m a father?”
There was no way this could be real. “She’s really showed no signs at all?”
“No. Still doesn’t.”
“Then she must be up to something.”
Drake kept his eyes closed. “Unless she hid it well.”
God, I hated her. I hated how she’d tried manipulating him to get her hands on me, and how she’d locked him up in a dark cell knowing full well he hated the dark; a remnant from his awful childhood, its damaging roots burrowed deep within him, hurting him, twisting his sense of self-worth.
God, she was another one destined for the next life. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Before my life changed, I didn’t hate. I skirted around it, never allowing myself to feel it. But I’d opened the gates for it now, its horrible presence absorbing into my soul.
Drake breathed deeply, exhaling slowly.
Damn. I couldn’t even imagine what was going on inside his head. I’d had plenty of revelations dropped on me recently, but this really took the biscuit.
I gave his thigh a squeeze. “Whatever this is, I’ll be right by your side. If you…” I gave my bottom lip a quick nibble, my scalp prickling. “If you want me to be.”
Drake opened his eyes, turning to face me. “Of course I do.” He took my hand, bringing it to his lips. Sparks danced across my skin from the softness of his kiss.
I shivered, a flood of happiness chasing the anguish away to the furthest fringes.
For now.
Call me smitten. Call me obsessed. Call me in too deep. All of the above applied. Whatever issues dangled over our heads like the sword of Damocles, I knew we’d get through them to wherever we were meant to be.
I mean, there was a reason Drake now occupied the starring role in my dream of running a bookshop in a quaint village fresh out of a romcom. He was the one. Right? This wasn’t some silly, fast-burning infatuation tangled up with his hotness and me craving romance in my life.
Right?
And could I handle him becoming a dad? If we were headed for something more, could I embrace such a thing if he asked me to?
Crap. I’d never thought about having kids. Ever. It just wasn’t ever part of my dreams.
I bit down hard on my bottom lip, my hands balling into fists. No. He wasn’t going to be a dad. Rhianna was playing some sort of game—a shadow witch’s MO. They loved chaos and murder and inflicting suffering. This was just her way of messing with Drake’s head again.
“If she can’t have you, no one else can,” I muttered.
“Sorry?”
Whoops. Didn’t mean for that to be an outside thought. “Crap.”
He chuckled. “I heard you.” His brow furrowed. “Why do we always ask as if we didn’t hear, but really did? What is that about?”
My turn to laugh, albeit halfheartedly. “Yeah. So weird.”
“But you’re right.” He covered my still clenched hand with his. Instantly, I relaxed a bit. “She gives off only-I-can-have-you energy. Well, she can fuck off.”
Meaning I’m yours?“Amen.”
I kept a lid on the thought. Everything seemed aligned for us to be together, but not before we talked things out.
Drake checked his gold watch with the blue clockface—the mark of a scrying witch, seeing as they didn’t wear bangles. “Should be there in twenty minutes.”
