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  “We’re not coming back until Bean is born,” Jared said. The entire table was silent. No one moved, and all eyes were on Jared. “The answer has been right in front of us all along. The Sepulchre is the one place I know she’ll be safe until she can deliver.”

  Claire frowned. “You want to live in Jerusalem for nine months?”

  “Not an entire nine months,” Lillian said. “I’m not exactly sure, but she probably only has a couple of months left.”

  Jared’s face blanched. “What?”

  Lillian fiddled with her napkin. “I should have said something, son, I’m so sorry. Nina’s situation is obviously different, but a full term Hybrid pregnancy is six to seven months. I assume it’s the same, maybe less for Bean.”

  Bex smiled. “Now you’re saying it. That poor kid is never going to get a real name.”

  I looked down at my stomach. Because of our situation, we had refrained from prenatal care, but I’d just assumed my pregnancy would be a normal gestation. I was measuring a bit larger than normal, but nothing out of the ordinary. Jared assumed it was because of my small frame.

  “So…July? August?” I asked.

  “Possibly,” Lillian answered.

  Jared nodded. “Then it’s settled. The closer it gets, the more danger she’s in. We should leave now.”

  I shook my head. “I have things at Titan I need to wrap up.”

  Jared sighed, but agreed. “Okay. We’ll all take the week to prepare. We leave on Sunday.”

  “Sweet!” Bex said.

  “Not you,” Claire said. “You have to stay with Mom.”

  “What?” Bex wailed.

  Jared glared at him. “We can’t leave her alone.”

  “But I have to go. You know I do!”

  Lillian frowned. “Jared, that’s ridiculous. You need everyone with you to get her there safe. The second you land, you’ll be bombarded. They will do everything they can to keep her from somewhere they can’t go.”

  I swallowed. It was so close. I’d always felt like we had plenty of time before the pandemonium started.

  Claire sighed. “We can’t leave you unprotected, Mom.”

  “What about Grant?” Bex said.

  “Bex!” Jared yelled. His voice boomed throughout the house. Bex’s face turned red, and his eyes immediately fell.

  “Grant?” I said, confused. “Grant Bristol?” No one said a word. All eyes were on the table but mine, which danced in every direction. “Titan’s Grant? Is a…Hybrid?”

  “No,” Lillian said, cupping Bex’s shoulder. “He’s an Arch.”

  I dropped my fork, and it clanged against my plate. “I don’t believe it.”

  Lillian attempted to soften Jared with one of her sweetest smiles. “It’s not a bad idea.”

  I turned to him, thwarting Lillian’s effort. “This isn’t something you thought I needed to know? Are you kidding me?” I wailed.

  Jared’s expression turned desperate. “You can’t expect me to tell you about every angel or demon that passes by.”

  “I work with him, Jared. I…I’m just baffled why you chose to keep it from me! This makes twice today!”

  “What else haven’t you told her?” Ryan asked, enjoying the show.

  Jared shot a death glare in Ryan’s direction. “It was his secret to tell, Nina, and it’s really not paramount that you know. In the grand scheme of things, it’s really minute. You’re being unreasonable.”

  “Minute.” I stood up from my seat. “I don’t think asking for a little trust, or having the expectation to not be treated like an outsider in my own company or family, is unreasonable. I don’t think being upset to be the last to know that I’m pregnant is unreasonable. I am tired of you choosing what is and is not acceptable for me to know, only for me to find out by chance sometime later like a slap in the face!”

  Jared’s eyes drifted to the floor. I threw my napkin to the table, stomping up the stairs to the bedroom in Oscar-worthy fashion. I sat on the bed, still fuming. A small knock at the door only amplified my anger.

  “Go away, Jared.”

  “It’s Claire.”

  “I don’t want to talk to you, either.”

  Claire, being Claire, walked in anyway. She sat on the bed next to me, crossing her arms. She sat silent for the longest time, and finally took a breath.

  “I get it, you know. They don’t tell me nonessential information, either. It’s crap.”

  “It’s demeaning is what it is.” I frowned in her general direction. “I’m his wife. I understand I’ve been the token human that doesn’t understand the rules of the universe, but for the love of all things holy. I know enough by now. He should trust me.”

  “It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He tries to keep your life as normal as possible. He knows how important that is to you.”

  “It’s a moot point these days, wouldn’t you agree?”

  “I would, but I don’t love you like he does.”

  My mouth pulled to the side. She was fighting dirty. Jared loved me, and at times let that fact cloud his judgment. It was impossible to stay angry at him for it. Jared keeping Grant a secret from me defied logic. It simply didn’t make sense.

  “He should have a good reason for keeping things from me, and he doesn’t have one.”

  “It’s a very human reason, actually.”

  “Enlighten me.”

  “Grant’s been in love with you for ages. Why do you think Jack was constantly pushing him in your direction?”

  “That doesn’t make sense, either. Jack didn’t want me with Jared because of the prophecy. He definitely wouldn’t want me with an Arch.”

  Claire raised an eyebrow, and the same side of her mouth turned up. “What do teenage girls do when their parents tell them not to do something?” Claire said. “If Jack told you to stay away from Grant, you would have run straight for him.”

  “Ick,” I said. “No one’s that stubborn.”

  “You are.”

  I sighed. “Why didn’t Jack use the same logic with Jared?”

  “He didn’t have to. He forced Jared to stay out of sight. That solved the problem. Grant didn’t take orders from Jack.”

  “Oh, yes, he did. I saw it on many occasions.”

  “You saw what they wanted you to see.”

  “Still doesn’t explain why he kept it from me,” I huffed.

  “Jared might seem divinely perfect, but he’s human, too, Nina. He can make decisions based on the fear of losing you to someone else just like any other insecure boyfriend. It hasn’t been the first time.”

  “He’s not my boyfriend any more.”

  “Once he waited to tell you, it was something he’d kept from you. It was already too late, wasn’t it?”

  “I suppose you’re right.”

  “Of course I am,” Claire said, pulling me to my feet. She slapped my backside. “Now go kiss and make up with your husband who is more than likely kicking himself right now.”

  I walked to the door, hesitated, and then finally pulled it open. Jared stood in the hallway, his hands in his pockets.

  I crossed my arms. “You look like you lost your best friend.”

  “Did I?” he asked, miserable.

  My shoulders fell.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I swear that’s everything. You know everything else.”

  “I think I’ve heard that before,” I said, walking to him until I was just inches away.

  Jared touched each side of my stomach and looked down, his eyes dark with worry and guilt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and touched my cheek to his. We stood silently for a long while in that embrace. Holding him felt just as good if not better than the first time. The electricity was still there, and I had the same desperate need to be closer to him. He smelled just as amazing, and his skin was still as soft. Too many months had passed since we took a moment to ourselves just to hold each other. I tried to be present in that moment and be aware of everything possible. We would leave in eight da
ys, facing the fight of our lives. I didn’t know when this moment would happen again.

  His hand slipped to my lower back, and he pulled me closer. I lifted my chin, and his lips touched mine. I dug my fingers into the skin of his arms, and then deeper into the muscle. His tongue slipped into my mouth, but then he pulled away.

  “Ahem,” Ryan said.

  I turned to see the source of the interruption standing next to Claire at the top of the stairs.

  “Figures,” Jared grumbled.

  We returned downstairs together, joining Bex and Lillian in the foyer. I hugged my mother-in-law goodbye, smiling when her enthusiastic hug became a bit too tight.

  “I love you,” she said, kissing my hair. She looked to Jared. “Be good to each other.” Jared nodded, and she waved goodbye.

  I walked into the dining room, and Jared, Claire, and Ryan followed.

  Ryan and Claire began clearing the table. Ryan smiled and elbowed her. “Your mom loves me.”

  “She loves everyone,” Claire sneered. “You’re not special.”

  “You don’t love everyone. I’d say that makes me pretty special…since you do.”

  Claire glanced at Jared and me, clearly embarrassed. “You wish!”

  “Just say it,” Ryan said.

  “Stop telling me what to do,” Claire snapped back.

  He crossed his arms. “It’s because I’m human, isn’t it?”

  Claire’s eyes narrowed. “Seriously? It is possible that I just don’t like you.”

  “Me?” Ryan said, pointing to his chest. “Nah,” he said, dismissing her suggestion. “You’re a strong woman. I get it. Not many can handle it that their girl could kick their ass. Even fewer soldiers, and even fewer Special Forces guys. But I get it, and I can keep up with you more than anyone else could. I’ve had training…and we’ve pretty much been told by the Creator of the Universe that we have to spend all of our time together. How much proof do you need?”

  Claire turned and swiped her leg under Ryan’s feet, throwing him to the ground, flat on his back. “First of all, you can’t keep up with me. Second of all—”

  Ryan kicked forward, and then leapt to his feet. Claire crouched in a defensive position. Ryan smiled at her reaction. “I can keep up with you.”

  “I doubt that.”

  “Try me. If I can’t, I’ll leave you alone.”

  Claire looked at Ryan from under her brow. Her ice-blue eyes turned murderous, but under them was a mischievous smile.

  I frowned. “This is a terrible idea.”

  “Too late now,” Claire said.

  She bent her knee and shoved her boot into Ryan’s stomach. He flew across the room and flattened against the wall, falling to the ground. He stumbled to his feet and sucked in a few times, the air knocked out of him.

  I cringed. “At least she’s not wearing stilettos.”

  Ryan shot an annoyed look my way, and then coughed a few times. He stood on wobbly knees and lifted his hands, palm-out to Claire. “You should know by now that I don’t give up.”

  Claire grinned with devilish intent. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

  “Not as much as me,” Jared said. I glared at him, and he shrugged. “What?”

  Claire attacked, and Ryan turned. With a different adversary, he would have turned at the precise time to avoid a landed punch, but Claire was faster than the supernaturally fast — and she preferred kicking.

  Claire spun around, her heel making contact with Ryan’s backside. He was shoved forward a few steps, and then turned and punched. His hand met the drywall, and it cracked in several pieces around his fist.

  “He better know how to fix that,” I grumbled.

  Claire leaned forward and elbowed the back of his head. Ryan spun around, wrapping his arms around her waist at the same time. He charged forward, and they both crashed into the table.

  “C’mon!” I yelled, seeing my mother’s imported English dining table in pieces.

  Immediately on her feet, Claire grabbed two fistfuls of Ryan’s shirt and tossed him into the foyer.

  “I love it when you play rough!” Ryan yelled from the other room.

  Claire wiped her bloodied lip and licked the crimson liquid from her fingers. “You haven’t seen rough yet.” She disappeared through the doorway, and I winced when Ryan cried out.

  “That’s fighting dirty!” he yelled, crying out again.

  “We’d better get in there and supervise,” Jared said, pulling me into the next room.

  Claire held Ryan upside down by his ankle, feigning sympathy as he swiped at her to no avail. He scanned the room and then arched his back, lifting a solid wood statue from the floor, hammering Claire’s knee just after getting his hands on it.

  She was knocked to the ground, and Ryan fell on his head with a crack. When he stood, a thin line of red streamed from his hairline. “It was worth it,” he said, running at Claire.

  She flipped backward, and then drew her side arm.

  “Not funny,” Jared warned.

  The gun fired, and Ryan jerked, covering his head with one hand, his crotch with the other. The bullet lodged into the wall — right through the center of Cynthia’s prized original Renoir.

  “I think…I think I’m going to pass out,” I said, feeling woozy. Jared obliged when I hooked my arm around his.

  “Should I stop them?” Jared said.

  “They won’t stop until they’re finished being CHILDISH!” I said. “Take it outside!”

  Ryan pointed at Claire. “You…you just shot at me!”

  Claire rolled her eyes. “You’re such a baby. That wasn’t even close.”

  “The bullet blew air by my eyeball!” he said, dramatically pointing to his eye.

  “Fine,” she said in a huff. “I’ll put it away so you don’t pee your pants, big Special Forces man.”

  Ryan relaxed and stood up straight, and then charged her again. Claire rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the throat, stopping him in his tracks. “All you do is run at me. I’m bored.”

  Ryan took a swipe at her, making strange hacking noises.

  I walked over to them, glaring at Ryan, and then at Claire. “He’s turning blue.”

  Claire raised her other fist like she was going to punch him, but then turned it over, casually picking at her nails.

  “Claire,” Jared growled.

  She looked at Ryan and narrowed her eyes. “Tap out.”

  Ryan struggled to make a noise. “No,” he choked. His eyes fluttered as he lost consciousness.

  I frowned. “Okay, that’s enough. Jared, please make her stop.”

  Jared took a step, and Claire pointed at him. “Jared Gabriel, don’t you dare.”

  “Claire—” he began, but she held her hand palm-out to her brother.

  I glanced at Ryan and then back at her. “It’s not funny anymore.”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s kinda funny.”

  I grabbed Claire’s wrist with one hand and wrapped my arm around Ryan with the other. It was futile, but I hoped Claire would snap out of her rage and realize what she was doing. As if it were nothing, they separated.

  “Thank you,” I said, helping Ryan to the floor. “Ry,” I said, patting his cheek. “Deep breaths.” I looked up at Claire to send her a look of disapproval, but her expression took me off guard. “What?”

  “I didn’t let go,” she said, stunned.

  Jared’s eyes darted between the three of us. “What do you mean you didn’t let go?”

  Claire’s eyes widened. “She pulled me off him.”

  “This isn’t the time for jokes,” I said. “You went too far.”

  Claire shook her head. “How did you do that?”

  She was serious. I had pulled Ryan from her grip without effort. I had barely tensed, thinking Claire had simply decided to let go. “I…I don’t…know,” I said. I waited for Jared to offer an answer, but he stood speechless.

  Ryan stirred. “Did I win?”

  Claire fro
wned. “Of course not, stupid. ‘Did I win’,” she said, mocking Ryan’s deep voice. She rolled her eyes, and then her face brightened. “Stand up, Nina.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it.”

  I stood, and Claire took a defensive crouch. In the next moment, Jared was between us. “You have lost your mind!”

  “Just one time!” Claire begged. “I bet it won’t even hurt her!”

  “What are we talking about, here?” I said, my eyes dancing between the two of them.

  “I’ll do it,” Jared said.

  “Do what?” I asked. Jared led me to the center of the room, standing directly in front of me.

  “What is he doing?” Ryan asked Claire.

  “Sssh. Pass out again,” she said, impatiently waiting for something to happen.

  My eyebrows pulled in. “What do you plan to do?”

  Jared steadied himself and squared his shoulders. His eyes darkened, and then he lowered his chin. In the next moment his body relaxed, and he threw his head back. “I can’t,” he sighed, looking at the ceiling.

  “What a wuss!” Claire laughed.

  The front door opened, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the painful shrieking of my mother. It never came.

  “Uh…what happened here?” Bex said. I opened my eyes, seeing Bex stood frozen in place in the doorway, a half-eaten apple in one hand.

  “Nina pulled me off Ryan,” Claire said, her voice trembling with excitement.

  “Okay. So what are you doing, Jared?” Bex said.

  “Nothing,” Jared replied, clearly embarrassed.

  “He’s going to test the theory,” Claire said.

  Jared shook his head quickly. “No, I’m not.”

  I crossed my arms. “And how were you going to do that, exactly?”

  Jared rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just going to throw it. I wasn’t going to….”

  “Punch her?” Bex said.

  Jared frowned at Bex, and then looked at me apologetically.

  “What?” I wailed.

  Jared held out his hands. “I wasn’t going to land it! Just to see if you would catch it.”

  Claire puffed, unimpressed. “I was going to punch her,” she mumbled.

  My mouth fell open.

  Bex walked casually across the room, stopping a couple of feet from me. Jared reclaimed my attention when he reached for me again. “Come on, Nina. You don’t think I would punch my pregnant wi—”