CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE: CLARK ENDLESS
The first time I dreamed of her, she stood at the foot of my bed. A small child with Emma’s vibrant, green eyes. And my red hair. My daughter. Our daughter. “Love?” said Ben, sleepily.
He was staying at the castle with me now. If we were away from each other too long, my powers waned. When he was close, I was at full strength. A king. The way Thaddeus had explained it, since I was part mortal, a mate had a stronger effect on me.
“Do you see her?” I asked.
Ben looked where I was looking. “Holy s**t. What the hell is that?”
“Hello, Uncle Ben,” the girl said, giving him a knowing look, “Dad was right. You were a handsome young man.”
Ben’s face turned white. “Uncle Ben?” he looked to me. “Clark?”
“It’s my daughter,” I said, stunned.
She smiled.
