She rolled her eyes but climbed in anyway. The drive to his place was quiet, not awkward, just comfortable. Desiree stared out the window. Roman’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, but his eyes flickered toward her every few seconds.

She was paler than before. The baby. his blood. was changing her. He could sense it. But she didn’t know.

When they reached his house, Desiree didn’t wait for him to open the door. She walked straight to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, ...