Chapter 226 After The Fire

• The safehouse was quiet when they returned.
• Ellerei sank onto the couch with a grunt, one hand pressing against the growing curve of her belly, the other bracing her weight. Her shoulder throbbed from where Seraphina had grazed her with that last desperate swipe of the blade. She’d been stitched up already, bandaged by Knox in the backseat while Bishop drove like a man possessed. But her body still remembered the adrenaline, the pain, the heat of it all.
• It wasn’t just the wound.