It had been a few days and I hadn’t seen Cain for a while. Supposedly he was off on some sort of reconnaissance mission, but who knew with him. I had mostly come to unfortunate grips that chances were I was more than a little pregnant, and unsure who the daddy was. It made me feel more than a little dirty, especially since I seemed to be bonded in some way to Cain as well as Shamshiel. If I was being honest with myself, and I had a tendency not to be; I felt like a slut in a way. It was all new to me, much less whatever I had with Cain; and now there was a chance they both could be the father? Didn’t exactly make a girl feel good about herself. Yet, Shamshiel was ok, or at least seemed to be, with the fact I had tumbled into bed with Cain as well. Both men had their hold on me, and it was undeniable. Shamshiel, the sexy, brooding, tender angel. The one who considered every angle and acted on logic, ruled with his head even though his heart
