HarperSix Months Later"Dear Saint," Harper leaned against the big tree Saint had become after the battle six months ago. "As you may know, I'm pregnant. The baby belongs to you, and sometimes when I sit here, I want to bawl my eyes out... Why did you have to go?"With quivering lips, Harper wiped away tears with her mittens. "I know it's a horrible thing to ask for... But sometimes... Sometimes I wish I could be where you are... I know I'm pregnant, and while I love our baby, I'm... I'm unsure how to do this on my own... How am I supposed to handle parenthood on my own?"Harper's eyes traveled to where Tanya and Jack were making snow angels, and then she blinked at Frida and Asher standing further away. Everyone seemed to have found their happiness. Everyone except Harper because she had lost it. She had lost Saint. And the pain was constant. It didn't come in waves. No. The grief made her want to constantly cry. Even now, Harper fought her tears. She was all alone and didn't

It should have felt awkward that Saint had come out of nowhere and plowed his way back into Harper's life. But it didn't. Even if they had spent months apart, all the feelings remained intact. The mate-bond sizzled between them as Saint pushed open the doors to the castle. No one else was awake, but the nymph made sure to shape-shift back into his more humane self. Harper was still caught in his beefy arms. She looked up into her mate's eyes and blushed. And even though she enjoyed the closeness, she wet her lips and forced herself to say, "You can put me down. I can walk up the stairs myself." "What if I don't want to?" Saint shot back with a smirk. "What if I want to keep you tucked safely in my arms and never let you go?" The playfulness in his eyes made little knots spread over her skin. Bees and butterflies buzzed in her belly. She hadn't seen Saint in forever. It made her weaker than usual to his silent charm. And her last resistance broke as she reached out her hand to