“What!” Gideon sat up, alarmed. She must be sick. Which was odd because vampires didn’t get sick. But they definitely didn’t get pregnant.
He placed his hand over Thalia’s womb and concentrated on freeing his mind from his body, so he could examine her. For a moment, he floated over the shell of his body. Then he drifted above her and let his consciousness enter her. He found the impossible tucked securely in her fertile womb. A tiny ball of rapidly dividing cells.
“Well?” Thalia gave him an expectant look.
“I’m going to be a father!”
Thalia smiled into Gideon’s broad chest. His unique scent filled her nose. She thought he’d taken the news very well. She cuddled her body against his and savored the prophetic vision she’d had only hours before, the vision that had made Mina’s mysterious words clear.
“
Gabriel!
”
Gideon called out from the top of the curving staircase to a sturdy toddler with a tiny crescent-shaped birthmark on his neck. A small red and white dog hovered near the chandelier.
“
Put Spirit down!
”