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Chapter 638

Chapter 638

Chapter 138 : He’s Dead

*Lena*

Two Weeks Later

Mom huffed out a breath, a garment clip clamped between her teeth as she fussed with the back of the fluffy white dress I was wearing. I grunted in response, looking into the full-length mirror at my reflection.

The dress was only tight around my breasts and fluffed out over my body in a “baby-doll” style that suited the growing swell of my belly to the point that it was hard to tell I was even pregnant. Silky puffy sleeves tapered off at my wrists.

“I look like a cream puff,” I laughed, glancing at Mom over my shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she bent back down to her task of fitting my now incredibly large breasts into the dress, once again.

“I like cream puffs,” Elaine said from the sofa on the other side of the airy, brightly colored sitting room in Castle Drogomor, her legs crossed on the coffee table.

Clare snorted with mirth as she flipped through Maeve’s huge leather-bound spell book that was sitting on her lap.

Sasha was skipping from one side of the room to the other, humming a little song as she pranced. Clare and Sasha were settled in Winter Forest but had come down for the wedding, which was taking place in three weeks. Clare seemed happy to be here early, and she quickly fell in step with Elaine, the two of them becoming fast friends.

I was a little jealous of that, especially since Clare still seemed skeptical of me, for whatever reason.

I chalked it up to her personality, which was probably the truth. She was just a grumpy, somewhat cold person.

Elaine, on the other hand, was back to being a ray of sunshine. I still couldn’t believe she was here. And I was glad that she was because it was all hands on deck. The wedding preparations were in full swing, the date set for the summer solstice itself.

Mom put the last garment clip in place and leaned back to examine her work, nodding at herself as she made me turn in a circle.

“I’ll have to take it out again before the wedding,” she said, more to herself than to me.

“It’s beautiful, Mom,” I assured her as I raised my arms towards the ceiling on her command so she could see how the fabric fell.

“Are you going to wear a veil?” Elaine asked, flipping through a wedding magazine.

Clare frowned at her, shaking her head. “She needs to wear a crown; she’s a princess after all.”

“I hadn’t thought that far–”

“Well, you should have,” Clare said leaning back into the couch cushions. “You have like, twenty days until the wedding.”

I waved my hand at her in dismissal as Mom turned me back toward the mirror.

“I think I’m going to wear my hair up,” I told Mom, but then I noticed the tears glistening in her eyes. “Mom? What’s the matter?”

“You’re just–oh, honey. You’re so beautiful–”

crying over the smallest things. Only this morning I’d cried over a pair of the tiniest socks I’d ever seen in my life while sorting through the baby clothes I’d purchased. Xander had been so confused, and had resorted to patting the top of my head while I dissolved into a puddle of tears on the carpet, the socks

“I’m just so happy–”

side of the room, and

rising from the

to laugh as Clare stalked over to her daughter, who had climbed one of the

heard male voices in the hallway, and suddenly the door to the sitting room began to

was

and behind the door I heard Xander’s muffled protest as Dad

walked in, shutting the door firmly behind me, then his

said, a wry smile

at him. “Wow? That’s all you

“You look like–”

cream puff?” Elaine

in a whoosh, shaking his head. “You look beautiful,

me,” I said firmly as Mom began to stick pins along the back of the dress to mark where she needed to adjust the fit of

take Sasha off your hands, as well,” he said to Clare, who was red in the face as she tried to pry Sasha off the bookshelf. Sasha, who had been whining

want to go outside!” she practically

perfect. Xander and I are going to have lunch in the

are new!” Clare protested,

outside, and Dad gave her

her face as she rounded the couch, plopping down on top of

Mom smiled. “She’ll grow out

so,” Clare replied, but something in her tone made my

me out of my sleeves so I could step out of the dress,

a robe over my shoulders

eyebrows, her eyes

been a word away from telling my mom and me the name of Sasha’s father, but we’d been interrupted by a warrior coming up to us to tell us Breles had fallen to the vampires. The memory of the

was he?” I asked, but Mom interrupted me, her face

Was Carl also his father?” Mom

shifted uncomfortably, reaching beneath her to grab the envelopes she was sitting on and giving

knew, and my mom

again, trying and failing to hide the

since I found out about Clare’s past. Something that chipped away at me every time I looked at Sasha, a familiarity of some kind, like I’d seen her

“His name is Slate–”

against the wall, my stomach tying into a knot. Mom looked from

“I’m fine–”

me, her face flushing as she watched

said on an exhale, meeting her

the couch, her eyes narrowed into a

said, shaking my head. “I killed him. I killed him in the

I kept my gaze on Clare, watching as a wave of relief rushed across her

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