Luna headed for the exit—lacy wedding gown swishing. She made it to the car they'd arrived in, dropped into the driver's seat, and drove out of Blood City.
*****
Morvakar sat on a chair in his underground parlour.
His eyes flicked toward the entrance even before she stepped inside. The rhythmic thump of Luna's heartbeat had approached steadily. Her heatbeat was back to normal again, a bit fast though. But it was just hers.
The child's heartbeat had quieted. Muted in a way that confirmed that the child would be born a trueblood.
Still, nothing had prepared him for the sight of her walking in—wedding gown cascading behind her, cheeks flushed, the smell of roses and cake following.
He stood, genuinely speechless, for perhaps the first time ever.
"Hey, Morvakar," she said.
"It's your wedding?" he asked.
"No, this is my gardening dress." She lifted her arms like a model on a runway. "You like?"
