Moira's POV

The knock comes at midnight—gentle, almost hesitant. Nothing like Cain's usual commanding presence.

I sit up in the silk sheets, my hands moving protectively over my belly. "Come in."

Cain enters carrying a single white rose and wearing an expression I've never seen before. Vulnerable. Almost shy. His usual predatory confidence has been replaced by something that looks disturbingly like genuine nervousness.

"I couldn't ...