Both Graeme and August remained quiet as they laid together, legs and arms entangled, unwilling to break the perfect satisfied hum that surrounded them. Finally they were back together, and it seemed Graeme's hands were not entirely convinced it was reality, because they continued running over his mate's back and her face, tracing the contours of her—the shape of her, memorizing it as if it was not already etched into his very being.
Their child was nestled between them, August's belly pressed against the warmth and safety of her mate, and it was just as it was meant to be. They were home. Zagan's portal and the insane vampire trapped there may well not exist for how content she was. At the moment, all was well. All was right. She was home with him.
It was Graeme who broke the silence with a heavy sigh. "I need to explain."
August's eyes slid to his, a pang of nerves dancing in her stomach. She knew what he was talking about.
