On A Clear Winter Night: An Irin Chronicles Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Malachi’s eyes were trained on the television in a corner of the room, the black and white image glowing in the dim sitting room. The fire crackled in the hearth and early snow fell outside the window. A peaceful scene. Idyllic on a cold winter night. But the jostling in her belly was just a bit much. “Calm down in there,” she muttered. Malachi’s hand drifted over to her, running a comforting hand down her arm and then lower over the swell of her stomach. He lifted the edge of her wool sweater and laid his skin against hers. Instant relief. The pulse of his power flowed over her like a warm wave. Spreading from her abdomen and up her torso, she felt her body calm, then the ache eased. The tension in her belly relaxed and the jostling slowed down. She heard the last of the old dialogue on the classic Christmas film fade out and Malachi heaved a sigh. “Really?” he said. “What?” She blinked at him innocently. “Didn’t they teach you that at the scribe academy? Everyone knows that every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.
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