[Elena's POV]

"I need time." Adrian's voice dropped to a low scrape in the quiet room.

He looked at my pale face, his dark eyes falling to the hand I still kept pressed against my stomach. The rigid line of his shoulders finally dropped a fraction.

"You're carrying a little devil. You look like you're going to pass out right here on the floor. Go to sleep, Ellie. We will deal with the war tomorrow."

He didn't make a promise, but he didn't walk out the door. It was enough for tonight.

I went ...