Jones moans in pain and slowly opens his eyes at the feel of something wet touching his forehead. Staring down into his face is his former mate, carefully pressing a compress to his head. "Selene..." he sighs, leaning into her touch.
"Don't strain yourself, Jones. Just rest." She calmly replies as she continues to apply the towel to his flushed face. "Please don't go.." Jones sighs as sleep takes hold of him.The next time he wakes, something is poking his arm. He groans in protest, hiding his limb underneath his body. The movement moves to the shoulder. Jones snaps his eyes open, ready to attack the aggressor. Instead, he is met with two small gold eyes and an awe-filled babyface. Grace backs away, curious about the strange man on her couch. After she has satisfied her curiosity, she backs away from the former alpha vampire. Jones is transfixed by the toddler. She looks like a small version of Selene. He can imagine Grace, like her mother, had everyone wrapped around her fing
