He’d realized only in hindsight that adding the blood in the soup to what he’d already given her might bring on the change. At the same time, he didn’t regret his error. She didn’t seem upset about being turned and her new status introduced the possibility of lifelong commitment. That she might also have his bairn in her belly seemed too much to hope for. It would be enough to break the curse and keep her alive. His only lament was she’d taken his blood while they were making the beast with two backs. Already subpar, he now felt even worse. Luckily, they were nearing the caravan park, having landed on Lewis twenty minutes ago. The time was right around nine p.m. It was still light out, but the full moon shone big, low, and golden in the southerly sky. They’d resumed their original places: Tom at the wheel, he in the passenger seat playing navigator, and Gwyneth on the bench seat behind, where she could take a nap if need be. He stole a glance at her around the seatback.
