? Senna struggled to get up. Mirya had to be wrong. It was dark in the stable, and now, outside. Firelight cast shadows. Maybe Mirya had misread what she thought she saw. Or maybe it was what she wished, what she willed, that this unexpected child had been born without the vampire taint. “Take me outside.” The boy was rooting for her breast. “Soon, soon. Let the child feed.” Senna had no time for that. Because if the girl showed no vampiric scarring—then she was in danger. They’d want to sire her—both clans. Or kill her. “Dominick—” As if he’d understand. She saw it in his eyes: he was already enamored of the boy. “There are no scars, Senna. She is not of either clan,” Dominick confirmed. “Ohh . . .”—as the boy found her breast. “When he’s done,” she said to Dominick, “I want to walk the grounds of Drom.
