#Chapter 495 – First Night

My mate listens carefully as I tell him, in full detail, everything that happened when the Dark God took me outside of time and gave our little daughter our gift. I mostly look down at her while I tell the story, wondering how this perfect, tiny little angel being could have an ounce of darkness in her. But even as I wonder that, I consider what the Dark God told me: that not everything that is in darkness is bad. But is that just something he said to distract me, to make me more compliant to accept his “gift?” Was it, as I suspected, a curse? “And then I was back,” I say, looking up into Sinclair’s face as he listens closely. “And, obviously, distracted by the insane pain of childbirth.” A smirk pulls at his lips then, but I can tell that my attempt at humor didn’t go very far towards distracting him. He’s quiet for a long moment, looking towards Rafe but really staring into space as he sorts through his thoughts. I give him a second to work through it, but I interrupt when I ca