She frowned. “I can’t take most medications.”

“I’ve heard that a lot of demons can’t tolerate human medicines. So it would make sense that you’d have some abnormal allergies.”

“I find it odd that The Aegis didn’t know the term for what I am.”

He snorted. “The Aegis doesn’t care. If they kill babies born of a possession, do they really need a name for it?”

Her glare told him she wasn’t ready for criticism of her people. Especially not by him. “We have a name for them. It’s just not the one you use.”

“Yeah? What do Guardians call people like you?”

She averted her gaze, and an instant rage came over him, so strong that he felt the souls inside him begin to stir even without being armored up. “Shitspawn.”

He couldn’t contain the rattling growl that rose up in his chest. “They call you shitspawn?”

“No.” She shook her head hard, her denial too violent. “I mean, not … it’s been a while.”

“They might not say it to your face, but the term is there. You hear it, but then they look at you and say, ‘Oh, I didn’t mean you.’ Isn’t that right?”

Again, she denied it with a shake of her head. “You don’t know—”

“Yes,” he interrupted. “I do know. No one has f**ked with me like that and lived to regret it, but I’ve seen it a million times in my life.”

“Thanatos? Thanatos.”

“What?” he snapped.

“Your eyes are glowing and the table is shaking.”

He wanted to tear apart every Guardian who had hurt her. It didn’t make sense, given that at one point he’d wanted to hurt her, too, but so much of what he was feeling didn’t make sense.

Christ, no wonder she kept busy working instead of socializing. Hanging out with her colleagues in her spare time would be about as fun as unclogging a toilet with a spoon.

Figuring that the way she was frantically folding her napkin in perfect squares was an indication that the subject was right up there with unclogging toilets, too, he reined in his temper and reached for one of the three desserts on the table. “Cake?”

Her eyes lit up. “I shouldn’t… but I swear, this kid instantly makes room for sweets no matter how full I am.”

“So… strawberry cheesecake, red velvet cake, or chocolate mousse?” Your colleagues’ heads on silver platters?

“Yes, please.” She practically bounced in her chair, and Than couldn’t help but laugh, partly at the heads-on-silver-platters thing. That shit would be funny.

“There’s also five different flavors of ice cream in the freezer.”

She grinned. “I’ll save the ice cream for later. Right now…those.”

He dished up a serving of each of the desserts and pushed the plate to her. “Eat up.”

“You’re having some, too, right? This isn’t another not until you’re done thing, is it?” Her chin came up as she shoved the plate away. “I’m not eating dessert alone. You want me to eat it, you eat with me.”

Stubborn woman. Fine. He could play that game, too. “I’ll have a bite,” he said silkily. “But you have to give it to me.”

It amused him that she narrowed her eyes at him but she still, with jerky, huffy motions, cut a bite of cheesecake with the edge of her fork. She held it out, handle toward him.

“Here.”

“What, not going to feed it to me?” He wasn’t one to tease, or flirt or play, but he’d do whatever it took to get her to eat. Keep telling yourself that, Than-boy.

“I’m pretty sure you’re capable of feeding yourself.”

“You’re right.” He took the fork, covering her fingers with his as he did so. “I should be feeding you.” Gently, he pushed the tines toward her mouth.

“You said you’d have some if I gave it to you,” she protested.

He grinned, putting the dessert to her lips. “You eat this, and I’ll take a bite.”

She made a small growling noise that worked like instant Viagra on him. The sexy rumble went straight to his groin, and he shifted to make more room in his pants. When she grudgingly opened her mouth to take the morsel, he nearly groaned. She was wearing his clothes, carrying his son, and taking food from his hand. In the clan he’d grown up in, she’d be considered his.

Mine.

It was a word he’d never thought he’d use. Never thought he’d have an opportunity to use. And he still shouldn’t. Regan wasn’t his. Even if she hadn’t deceived him, she didn’t want him, she didn’t want his son, and she clearly couldn’t wait to get away from him.

No, she definitely wasn’t his.

Mood effectively dampened, he released the fork and her hand. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Confusion flashed in her eyes at his tone, sharper than he’d intended, but he hardened himself against it as he took a slice of red velvet cake. They finished the meal in tense silence, though Than didn’t eat the last of his food until Regan had pushed aside her plate and leaned back in her chair with a satisfied sigh.

As he washed down his final bite with a Mountain Dew, she yawned. Instantly, he was on his feet and pulling her to hers. “I’ll help you to bed.”

“What?” She allowed him to take her a few steps, but then she jerked to a halt. “Why?”

Honestly, he had no idea. So much had happened to her today, and she must be exhausted… so his first instinct when she yawned had been to take her to bed. But hell if he was going to tell her he was so addled by her pregnancy and so eager to have a child that all he could think about was making sure she was taken care of.

He glanced at his watch for help. Midnight. Excellent. “It’s late. You need to go to bed.”

“I don’t need you to tell me when it’s time to go to bed, you know.”

Of course not. She didn’t need him for anything. He’d been locked out of her life and his son’s life for over eight months with absolutely no input and no way to provide for them. A twinge of hurt put him right back into defensive mode, and he smiled coldly.

“I didn’t say we’d be sleeping.”

Regan shoved past him and started down the hall. “You’re an ass.”

“You didn’t think that when you were panting my name.”

“As you like to point out, it was my job,” she said over her shoulder.

The reminder was a kick to the gut, but he refused to let it show. “Clearly, you liked your job. A lot.”

She stepped into the bedroom and wheeled around, her jaw clenched. “Clearly.” She let out a bitter laugh. “What, you’re surprised I admitted it? You’re not hard on the eyes, and you do have a certain dangerous-guy sex appeal.”

“Wow. Talk about a ringing endorsement.”

“Endorsement? I’m not writing a testimonial to get you a date or something. I’m just saying you aren’t a total loser.”

“You missed your calling. You really should be writing bios for EvilLove.com.”

For a moment, she glared. And then, unexpectedly, she laughed. A real gut-buster that caught him so by surprise that he stepped back. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you can be such a dick that I never expect you to have a sense of humor.”

“Truly, your praise leaves me glowing,” he said dryly.

“‘Glowing’ is not a word I’d use for you.” She shot him a snarky smile and did a one-eighty, which resulted in him dropping his gaze to her shapely backside.

Pregnancy had put a little extra padding there, but he didn’t mind. He’d liked her hard, toned warrior body before, but the new, slight roundness gave her a softer appearance that suited her, although he’d bet his left fang that she’d kill anyone who told her that.

“Where are you going?”

“To shower,” she said over her shoulder. “Or is that something else I’m not allowed to do?”

He shrugged. “You can shower.”

“Gee, thank you.” She strode into the bathroom and slammed the door, and he finally allowed himself a grin. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, and he was only going to enjoy himself more when she climbed into bed.

No, he wasn’t going to require sexual favors… even though it was tempting. She’d lost friends and colleagues today, and he wasn’t a complete bastard. All he wanted was for her to plead a little. To know what it was like for him to lie frozen in Ares’s house, pleading silently to be released. At least Than was giving Regan a chance to use her voice.

She’d beg for him to leave her alone, and he would. Hell, he’d give her whatever she wanted. He just wanted … what, an apology? Yeah, maybe that was it. Oh, she’d tried, had thrown him token “I’m sorry” lines, but he didn’t buy it. She’d done The Aegis’s bidding like a good little soldier, and an innocent child was going to suffer the consequences.

But not if Than could help it. If the child could, indeed, save the world, well, that was a bonus. But even if not, Thanatos would make sure his son was cared for and loved. Because he might have known about the baby for less than forty-eight hours, but he already loved it. He’d long ago given up on the idea that he’d ever have a child, but while the dream had died, the longing hadn’t.

Now his dream had risen from the dead, and he wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers.

Fourteen

Regan showered, her stomach churning at the thought of what was to come. Was Thanatos really going to demand sex?

As much as her body got all hot and achy at the idea, her mind went cold and panicky. Oh, she wanted to touch him, to feel his skin sliding against hers, but every time she got too far into the fantasy, that night came back to her, and his pleas for her to stop worked like an icy shower on her libido.

Funny how she could hear him tell her no now, but at the time, his words hadn’t computed. It made no sense, and only added to the muddled emotions that coursed through her.




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