“Deal.” He motioned to the chair across from him.
Angus laid his claymore across the center of the table, then sat. “Is the bairn in danger?”
“We don’t know. The Vamp doctors say he’s healthy.”
“’Tis a boy?”
Gregori smiled. “You should have seen Roman’s face when he told me. He was so proud.”
“Then what is the problem? And doona lie, lad. I can always tell, and you wouldna want to see me angry.”
Gregori rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m so scared.”
Angus stifled a grin. He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes.
Gregori sighed. “Okay. Shanna mentioned a few months ago that the baby seemed to be sleeping all day and turning somersaults all night. Really freaked Roman out.”
Angus rested his elbows on the table in front of his sword. “Roman fears the bairn is a night creature? That’s why they’re seeing a Vamp doctor? But dinna Roman use live human sperm?”
“Yep. But he erased the donor’s DNA and inserted his own.”
“So he would be the father. I doona see the problem.” Angus glanced to the side when the kitchen door swung open. Connor strode inside, followed by Ian.
“I hope ye had better luck than I.” Connor retrieved a bottle of synthetic blood from the fridge and popped it into the microwave. “I scoured the northern half ofCentral Park all night and never saw anything but a few couples making love.”
“Damn!” Gregori thumped the table with his fist. “I knew I should have gone with you.”
The room grew quiet except for the whir of the microwave. The three Scotsmen regarded Gregori silently until he blushed.
He shifted uneasily in his chair. “I guess I need a girlfriend.”
“Don’t we all,” Ian muttered.
The microwave beeped, and Connor removed his bottle of blood. “Before we start moaning over loves lost, I want to know about the slayer. Did ye find her, Angus?”
“Her?” Ian repeated.
“Aye, I found her.” Angus motioned toward Gregori. “But first, this one is telling me about Roman’s bairn.”
Gregori gave Connor a sheepish look. “He wouldn’t talk about the slayer until I spilled the beans.”
Connor grimaced, then took a long swig from his bottle. “Roman wanted to keep it quiet.”
Angus gritted his teeth. “And ye doona think I can keep a secret? I ken more secrets than ye can imagine, Connor. And do I need to remind ye that ye work for me?”
“Aye, that I do, but my job is to provide Roman with security, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Tell me the problem,” Angus insisted.
With a sigh, Connor leaned against the kitchen counter. “After the bairn was conceived, Roman was conducting some tests to see if he could transform himself back into a mortal.”
Angus nodded. “The procedure he did on Darcy Newhart. What of it?”
“Roman learned the procedure only works if he has a sample of the Vamp’s original mortal DNA,” Connor continued. “While studying our DNA, Roman discovered something… odd. By then, Shanna was already pregnant from the sperm with Roman’s DNA.”
“What are ye saying?” Angus demanded.
Connor took another long drink. “Our DNA has changed. A verra slight mutation, but still, ’tis no’ the same as when we were mortal.”
Angus swallowed hard. “Then Roman’s baby… ”
“Could be like us,” Connor finished. “And we’re no longer quite human.”
A chill skittered down Angus’s spine. No longer human? No wonder Roman was nervous. What would the bairn be like?No longer human . Bugger.
“Are ye all right?” Connor asked softly.
“Aye.” Except that Gregori was drumming his fingers on the table, and Angus found the noise very annoying.No longer human. How could he ever convince Emma he was good when he wasn’t even human? He balled his fists with a sudden urge to clobber someone. Gregori would do nicely. “Does Shanna know?”
“Aye,” Connor replied. “But she insists she doesna care, that she loves Roman and will love the