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Chapter Twenty-Five
After pregnancy month number five, I decided to accept, as sad as it was, that my relationship with Nevi was over. Geoffrey remained persistent with his pursuit. I finally relented enough to start dating him. I’d admitted that, if Nevi hadn’t been in the picture, I would have been happy to date him and… well… Nevi was no longer in the picture.
Geoffrey was surprisingly understanding as I processed the fact that I’d been left high and dry and pregnant. He sat quietly during outbursts that seemed to spring from nowhere. He held me when I needed holding and gave me the space when I needed space. This was a time when his telepathy sure came in handy. I didn’t complain.
It was the fourth month anniversary of my doctor visit—the night Nevi disappeared—when I finally agreed to date Geoffrey. He was still pushing marriage, as were my parents, but I just didn’t feel it was the right thing to do. I didn’t love Geoffre
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Marie barely waited for Paul to park the car before she hustled over to my car and took possession of my son. I didn’t try to stop her. This was an exciting occasion for Nevi’s fiercely loyal staff. They had not seen the innocence of new life come into the home in over fifty years. The fact that this new life was Nevi’s son and heir had to be thrilling for them.I learned that the entire staff consisted of humans who kept themselves alive by occasional tiny doses—every twenty-five years or so—of vampire blood. Marie and Paul were actually new comers to the mix. Many had been with Nevi since he discovered what his blood would do for a human in his early youth. He never imposed his blood on any of the staff. They willingly asked for his vampire blood in exchange for the gift of a lengthy life. He proved to be a fair, kind, and generous employer, which won the iron clad loyalty they had for him. They became more like Nevi’s family than his hel
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We trained for another week. Marie created a tea for me to help dry out my milk. With all the demands placed on my body, we agreed that it was probably for the best. Besides, Bobby was starting to teeth and fangs were inevitable. I had little knowledge of babies, but I was sure he was teething early. Was there going to be anything normal in my life? Marie admitted that working with the human mother of a vampire baby was a new twist for her skills. This was one of the main reasons she’d sent for Keona.My body was becoming a lean fighting machine. More than once, I’d actually taken Justin down. His toothy smile of approval flooded me with confidence.I learned age-old techniques of fighting that I was certain Geoffrey was not aware of. Justin admitted he encountered Geoffrey a few years back at a hunter’s convention in Asia Minor and he’d thought the man a bit haughty. I could see where he was coming from with that remark and giggled my agreement
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I didn’t have to wait long for Nevi to return home. Marie and Keona worked out a reversal for the witch’s protection the rogues enjoyed all those many months. My three hundred-year-old vampire’s strengths had been amplified by an enormous amount of handler blood and his wrath was unleashed. Combined with the allegiance of a thousand-year-old handler and a fifty-year-old, incredibly bitchy vampire and Frank and his cronies didn’t stand a chance.I made an anonymous call to the police on Geoffrey’s behalf. They reached him just in time to save him. I will probably wonder if it was the right thing to do for my remaining days.It took several days for Nevi to come down from his handler blood high, and even longer for Marie and Keona to cleanse him enough with their herbal concoctions so that his hunger was once again satisfied by vegetarian food; not to mention becoming tolerable company. During this time, the two women did their best to calm
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