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No suit this time. Black hoodie, hood up. Gloves. Dark glasses. A plain gray SUV parked politely on the 

street. 

In his hands, an insulated container. 

“It’s prenatal,” he said before I could speak. “From a three-star kitchen in Santa Barbara. I had a doctor who specializes in human-vampire pregnancies review every ingredient.” 

He opened it. Seared salmon. Spinach with pomegranate. Iron-rich lentil soup that smelled like a warm 

kitchen in winter. 

Here’s the thing. Since the pregnancy, the babies had made me crave iron like a starving woman, and almost everything else made me gag. 

This didn’t. This made my mouth water. 

He had built a meal around exactly what his children needed. Which meant he’d studied it. 

“No, thank you,” I said. 

“One bite.” 

“No.” 

“Sloane.” He didn’t step closer. He just stood there, tired down to the bone, the edge of his hood smoking faintly in the early light. “I’ll come back at noon.” 

“Don’t.” 

He came back at noon. 

And at sunset. And at sunrise the next day. 

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Books on multiple pregnancies. A humidifier calibrated to the coast. A pregnancy pillow worth more than my first car. An antique jeweler’s workbench, a hundred and fifty years old, French walnut, with a thousand tiny drawers, delivered by four men and left at my gate because I wouldn’t open it. 

I refused all of it. 

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So he started leaving things at the gate and driving away. 

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Within a week, every retiree on my street was eating Michelin prenatal cuisine. Mrs. Delgado down the hill told me, unprompted, that he had very sad eyes for such a rich man. 

And then a photographer with a very long lens caught him at 6:15 a.m., sitting on the hood of his car 

outside my gate, in full sun. 

No hood. No gloves. No glasses. 

Just Dorian Vale, Prince of the Eastern Court, with smoke rising off his skin, holding a cup of coffee he couldn’t drink, staring at my front door. 

VAMPIRE PRINCE BURNS DAILY AT RUNAWAY BRIDE’S GATE. 

The internet lost its entire mind. 

Twelve million views in a day. Someone made a timeline of his burns. Someone else wrote a song. I stopped reading the comments after a woman in Ohio offered to marry him herself. 

And me? 

I’d be lying if I said nothing happened to me. 

Every morning I stood behind my bedroom curtain and watched the sun climb, and watched him not move. He’d stay until the blisters on his hands broke open. Sometimes an hour. He never once rang the bell. He never once pushed through the bond, which he could have. He never once used his compulsion, the voice that makes humans obey, which would have worked, and which he knew would have broken something between us forever. 

He just waited. 

The man who moved global markets with a phone call, sitting in the sunlight that was killing him, being patient for the first time in four hundred years. 

My resolve was cracking and I knew it. 

But every time it cracked, I hit the same wall. 

He’d learned about the pregnancy four days after I left. 

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And I could not, could not, tell the difference between a man who wanted me back and a man who wanted three trueborn heirs. Four in a thousand years. Every Court on earth would kill for those children. 

So I kept the gate shut. 

Until Thursday. 

My twenty-two-week scan was at 2:15 with the only specialist on the West Coast who understood pregnancies like mine. Her waitlist was five months long. And my ancient Volvo coughed once and died in the driveway. 

I was on the phone, forty minutes from missing it, when the gray SUV rolled up beside me. 

The tinted window came down. 

“Get in,” Dorian said. “I’ll drive. I won’t speak.” 

“No.” 

“Sloane, you will lose that appointment.” 

I stood in my own driveway hating every choice that had led me here. 

Then I opened the door and got in. 

He didn’t say a single word the whole way. He drove with both hands on the wheel like a man carrying nitroglycerin. 

When we pulled into the clinic, he turned off the engine and stared straight ahead. 

“May I come in?” 

I should have said no. 

But I thought about three heartbeats on a screen, and how nobody in the world had ever seen them but 

“Fine,” I said. 

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I had no idea what i was about to do to him. 

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