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A quick grin. “Flat-screen TV.”

Holly got into the T-Bird, leaning her head against the seat. “Take me home, James. I want a bath.” Alessandro felt the same way. He’d lost track of when he’d last slept. They’d gotten all the hounds out at last. Holly had insisted on staying until every last one was housed for at least the next few days. The Empire Hotel had taken quite a few at no charge. Of course, most of the place was badly in need of repair, so it wasn’t like they were losing income from paying guests. Good tax deduction there somewhere, he guessed.

Holly was eating one of the pastries the waiter from the Empire’s pub had brought over, probably stale by now. “Y’know, this guy, Joe,” she said around a mouthful. “He said he was Viktor’s brother.”

“The big weremutt?”

“Yeah, Constance obviously knew him. I thought she’d go into hysterics, she was so happy to see him.”

“Hmm.” Alessandro examined the parking ticket he’d just plucked out from under the windshield wiper. “Do you think city hall would take battling dragons as an excuse to waive a fine?”

“Ha-ha.” Holly took another bite. “Joe—Josef—has quite the story. After what those two brothers have been through, I can see why the one decided to go doggie and not come back.”

“Hmm.” Alessandro shoved the ticket onto the dash, not interested in another story until he had had a good day’s sleep. They’d been about to leave about an hour ago and then—surprise—the hero of the hour had strolled out of the Castle door looking like he’d eaten a canary, Constance on his arm.

After that, everyone wanted to call it a wrap. The adventure was over, for now. What could top Mac’s death and resurrection? Show-off. Not that Alessandro wasn’t happy to see him alive. He was growing fond of Mac in a strange way.

His mind jumped tracks, too tired to hold on to a thought. He glanced at Holly. “Did your sister talk to you? She was looking for you before she left for the night.”

Holly barely managed to swallow before she yawned. “Yeah. We’re having lunch tomorrow before she goes back to Spain to see Eden. She seems really happy about that. Hey, you two seemed to be getting along all of a sudden.”

He wasn’t going to jinx it by agreeing. “Good thing she’s leaving in time so you can write your exams in peace.”

Holly made a strangled noise. “Exams. Hellhounds. Family stuff. Everything always happens at once.”

“Hmm.”

They drove in silence for a few minutes. “Holly.” Alessandro gripped the steering wheel a little harder.

“Yeah?” She was still leaning against the seat, just rolling her head to look at him. The napkin from the pastry was crumpled tightly in her hand, the ends tucked carefully together. She knew crumbs in the car drove him crazy.

“Do you regret...” He trailed off, then made himself finish the sentence. “Ashe being here made me think—do you regret not having a family?”

Their house—her house—was coming into view.

“What makes you say that?”

Why do women always answer a question with a question? He pulled into the driveway and turned off the motor.

“Just wondered.”

“It was something Ashe said, wasn’t it?”

“No. We fought a dragon together. There wasn’t exactly time to chat.” He stared out the windshield, feeling caught. Why did I bring this up?

“She said I should come clean, so I figured she’d been talking.”

“What do you mean by ‘come clean’?” He gave up staring and turned to look at her. Wind rustled in the hawthorn trees, the sound muffled by the car. “Alessandro, I’m pregnant.”

The bottom fell out of his world, sheared off by the short statement. “Oh.”

“I didn’t want to say anything to you until I was sure.”

“Oh.” It seemed the only sound he was capable of making. Whose is it?

He took a breath, feeling the slow, slow thud of his heart. Who knew words could hurt so much?

Why am I still existing?

She blinked. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“I know how women get pregnant, Holly.” The snarl in his voice scared him. Pure vampire. He got out of the car, his only thought to walk away.

She scrambled out her side. “It’s yours. I know why you would wonder, but it is, I swear.”

He froze, every muscle going still. “How?”

“You’re my Chosen. That makes you, um, different in more ways than we expected.” She gave a faint, apologetic smile. “I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t really expecting it, either. It’s not like we were, um, taking precautions.”

Alessandro began to walk around the car toward her, giving himself the half dozen steps to process the information. Irrelevant thoughts flew through his head. There was rain in the wind. He’d left the upstairs light on. The cat would be hungry. His brain was ducking the issue.

I’m going to be a father?

Six centuries of existence, and he hadn’t seen that one coming. Trust Holly to come up with the impossible. He stopped in front of her, looking down into her eyes. She looked so uncertain, it broke his heart.

She was still only a young woman. Vulnerable. She worked so hard, and now she was adding a family to her already-full plate. I’ll be there for you.

“That’s the best news I’ve ever had,” he said, and meant it.

She took his hands, gripping them hard. “Thank you.”

He raised her fingers to his lips. Grateful, but confused. He cleared his throat. “I don’t know what...” I don’t know what to do.

She smiled, heartbreakingly happy. “I’m just guessing, but it’s probably going to be a witch like me. I mean, your DNA is still basically human, right?”

That made a nicer picture than a baby with fangs and a pint-sized sword. Still, that wasn’t what he’d meant to ask. What kind of a father will I make?

She reached up, kissing him, giving herself entirely.

He kept his question to himself. He would be the best father in the world.

Because that’s what her eyes told him he would be.

October 17, 11:00 p.m. 101.5 FM

“This is Errata at CSUP at the University of Fairview with a quick public service notice. Are you interested in an exciting career in law enforcement with a difference? Are you stimulated by the opportunity to work with a variety of nonhuman species in a challenging teamwork environment? If so, please apply with resumé addressed to Conall Macmillan, care of the Empire Hotel.”

Mac had guessed right about the new job. It kept him busier than a vampire at a blood drive, and he loved it.

He sat at the kitchen table doodling on his notepad— making lists, crossing things out. Troll fences. New mattresses for the guardsmen. Grow lights for the garden some of the kobolds wanted. And signage—everything needed signs in this place!

And that was just the caretaker stuff.

There were also problems like Miru-kai. The Prince had vanished the moment the battle had begun. There had been very few sightings of him since. That didn’t mean they’d heard the last of old M.K. Top-notch villains didn’t give up that easily.

Before Mac tackled the warlords—so far he’d counted eight that amounted to any real threat—he had to rebuild his forces. He was trying to recruit new guardsmen—with plenty of improvements to their conditions of employment—and find ways to help the old ones. There were discipline issues, policy and procedures, and that whole intangible element of institutional culture. It was a lot to fix, but he had to start somewhere. He’d start with the fence.

Connie sat across from him, reading Wuthering Heights for the third time. Novels had become her new passion, second only to a celebrity dance show she’d discovered on TV. And shopping. Now that she had some control over her hunger, she loved trips to Spookytown’s boutiques with Holly. But every time she went out and no matter what else Connie bought, she came back with more books. He loved watching her discover all the possibilities the world held.