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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(33) by Chloe Neill
  • Gabriel turned and looked at me, seemed nearly to look through me in that shifter way of his. “You need to be on your game.” He looked at Ethan. “Both of you.”

    “Meaning?” Ethan asked, a thread of concern in his voice.

    “Meaning . . .” He paused, seemed to grapple for words. “There’s something in the air. Something I don’t like. Something uncomfortable.”

    The chill grew stronger, lifting goose bumps on my arms as I thought of my conversation with Mallory . . .

    “What kind of something?” Ethan asked.

    Gabriel just shook his head. “That’s the problem. I don’t know.”

    “Is it a general unease?” I quietly asked. “A malaise?”

    He looked surprised, then suspicious.

    “Mallory said the same thing,” I explained. “That she had a sense of dread and didn’t know why. Couldn’t identify a reason for it. Catcher didn’t sense anything, and she didn’t want to talk to you because she was afraid she was just being paranoid.”

    Gabriel shook his head. “I don’t like this.”

    “Why do you think it’s happening?”

    “I don’t know,” he said, and looked back at us. “You know prophecy isn’t exact. I get senses, images, but I don’t know details.”

    “But?” I said.

    “But it feels like the world is shifting. And with it, the future. Your future.” He glanced down at my abdomen. “His or her future.”

    I hadn’t taken the idea of a child for granted, or hadn’t meant to. I knew the future was uncertain. But that didn’t ease the fear that clutched at me, that made me feel preternaturally protective of someone who didn’t even exist yet.

    Ethan moved a step closer, as if to bring me within the sphere of his protection. “You’ve already said we’d be tested.”

    “And you will be.” Gabe lifted his gaze again, and the sympathy in his eyes nearly brought me to tears. “But that may not be enough.”

    “Meaning?” I said, but the word sounded hollow, far away. As if I wasn’t actually part of the conversation, but hearing it. Trying to live through it.

    “Meaning there is no guarantee,” Ethan said.

    Gabriel pushed a hand through his hair, his frustration obvious. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to talk about this here. It’s not the time or the place.”

    “If there’s danger out there, it’s exactly the time and place.”

    Gabriel grunted, an acknowledgment of Ethan’s protectiveness.

    “What do we do?” I asked.

    “Don’t live in fear,” Gabriel said. “Just live. Keep your people close; keep your eyes open. That’s all any of us can do.”

    A few feet away, Tanya turned back, beckoned Gabriel to her. His attention shifted, narrowed on his wife, like a man too accustomed to the possibilities of danger and loss.

    He pressed a hard kiss to my forehead. “Be careful, Kitten,” he said, then strode to his wife.

    Ethan and I stood quietly together for a moment.

    “I told him not to call you Kitten,” he muttered, probably just to make me smile. Which worked.

    “Yeah, well, we can’t always get what we want.”

    The words were out before I’d thought about them, and I reached out, squeezed Ethan’s hand, made myself lean into the uncertainty.

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