Rurik knew the moment she fell asleep. He carefully picked her up and pulled back the covers before tucking her in. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, watching her, feeling like the most blessed man alive. He had a mate. The one thing he'd believed he would never have. He could have had this with Nikita, but he'd enjoyed a gentle contentment watching her work alongside him at the nightclub, and he'd convinced himself that was enough. And it had been, until she'd died. Losing ...