Anneliese POV

When the lights dimmed in Makhel’s living room after dinner, Anneliese scooted back, from him on the loveseat with every nerve in her body instantly on alert. “Makhel? What’s happening?”

His hand gripped hers in the dark. “Have no fear.”

“Did I say I was afraid?”

Truthfully, she felt relieved, because just before the lights went out, Makhel had been showing her the plans for his baby gifts for the Cresta Alphas’ heirs. Shamefacedly, he ...