Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
With the stillness and silence surrounding them, a lot of things were passing through Greta’s mind. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. It never went past her that this male was a trained killer, a high-ranking Enforcer for her enemies—his enemies now, too—and had probably taken more human lives than she cared to know. But in just a short amount of time she’d given herself to him completely.
“Do you ever regret the things you’ve done in life?”
He took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heart beat a steady and powerful rhythm, but was much slower than hers, or any human’s for that matter. Resting her head on his shoulder she stared at the wall across from her.
“I do, to a point.”
She stared at him, this conversation having her think about Jayce. Over the time that had passed since they’d been in hiding and joined the resistance Jayce had been focused on rescuing other humans, and recruiting rebel Rogues. Although there had been affection, emotions he had for her that she hadn’t shared for him, it was like something switched in him.
He was so focused on the task at hand, on the work they were dong to better things, that there wasn’t much time for them to just…talk, not any time he cut out of his intense focus.
She missed their time together, missed him and the closeness they shared, but she was glad he’d found something he was so passionate about. She was glad he found something that gave him purpose, and made him happy. And she could tell working with the resistance made him happy. She just hoped he found someone like she’d found Tolcan.
“If I hadn’t been where I was when I was, I wouldn’t have found you.”
“And you wouldn’t have taken me or my family either.”
He soothed his finger over her cheek. “Yes, and for that I’m sorry, but we’ll get them back. I swear we will. We just need time, strategy, and to be able to think clearly when planning.” He continued to smooth his finger over her cheek. “There are always things people regret doing in their lives. But for me, I’ve learned from my mistakes, realized what my people are and what they’re doing to the humans, and what to change.” He cupped her cheek now. “I want to have a world where I can have you as my own without anyone interfering.”
“That may never happen, Tolcan.”
“I know, but I’ll always try, Greta. I’ll never stop until it’s okay for us, and safe for you.”
“Do you think we’ll ever be able to save the rest of my family, to overthrow the Royals that are keeping humans enslaved?” She already knew the answer, deep down, with her soul.
“I think together, and with the help of your species and mine, we can make a difference. We might not be able to stop them in our lifetime, but we’ll make sure, we’ll make them realize we aren’t stopping, and won’t go away.” He stared deep into her eyes. “You make me want to be the good guy, Greta.”
“You are the good guy,” she said softly.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll protect you, watch over you, and make sure this world starts to be better for you, for everyone.”
And that’s what they were fighting for now, and she knew they always would. This war wasn’t over, far from it, but she would stand beside the Rogues and humans that wanted a better life, a different life.
Epilogue
Three months later
Greta was scared, not just for her life and the world they now lived in but because of what she just found out.
She was pregnant.
She sat on the edge of the pallet and closed her eyes, really thinking about if this were possible. She started counting the days, realizing that there was no other explanation for what was going on right now.
She had to be pregnant. It had been far too long since she’d had her period.
It had been weeks, at least a month since she had a cycle; but with trying to stay alive, worrying constantly, she hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t even thought it was possible.
She shifted on the bed, her breasts swaying slightly. They were sore, extremely tender. Placing her hand on the mounds, she closed her eyes and shook her head as fear claimed her. She wasn’t afraid of the prospect of having a child, but of the fact that she’d be a parent in this day and age, this world so terrifying that she feared for how her unborn baby would grow up.
She placed a hand on her belly instinctually, her stomach flat, but the prospect of it growing, of her child—Tolcan’s baby—getting big and strong, did have a smile forming on her lips.
A baby.
She was going to be a mother.