Sera swallowed. "I know," she whispered, "and I have to protect myself. I have to make decisions for myself." Her eyes flicked to his, and then downward, cautious of the intensity she always saw there. "Did the mating work? Is Ravok calmer?"
"Feels more like a broken channel," he admitted. "But it will take some learning… to get used to this new dynamic."
Sera nodded slowly, giving a tight, painful smile. "I guess all is well then," she said softly.
Eric's gaze softened, and he reached a hand out toward her. "Promise me something."
"What?" she asked.
"Wait until our child is born," he said. The depth in his eyes, the storm of emotion restrained behind the walls of his alpha self, was almost too much to bear.
"To do what?" Sera asked cautiously.
"To let him touch you," he said simply.
Sera's throat tightened. She knew the reality—she and Cyril might never reach that point but she did not correct him. Instead, she nodded once, silently agreeing.
