Deucalion rubbed her thigh. "Enough of this, Allison. We'll talk after Edward is born. Then we can fight. Right now, you need to not think about it. It stresses you out."
She couldn't hold back the retort. "Oh, you mean thinking about you dying, being slaughtered in front of the pack? I had no idea."
In an instant, his expression darkened, eyes turning red. She felt his power snap out and bite against her skin. "Don't be a smart-ass, Allison. Not right now."
So tired. She was so very tired, and honestly, she didn't want to fight with him. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead on his collarbone and sighed. "I'm sorry, Deucalion. I just…losing you, especially now, it…it would kill me. I love you so much."
His hands stroked her back. "I love you, too, Allison. The thought of leaving yo
