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made after all. Although the resulting product—angelings—seemed more unearthly to Lucian than human-like.
    For her part, Arabella seemed startled, but accepting. She managed to get her arms around Erelah just as she was pulling back, adding even more awkwardness. The only person who seemed not to sense the strangeness of this gushing love was Erelah herself. Like their angel fathers, angelings’ love for humans knew no bounds—their understanding of etiquette and human social norms was a little more stunted.
    Erelah clasped her hands together, joy lighting up her face.
    “Please come in.” Lucian invited them with a sweep of his arm. Erelah hooked her arm around Arabella’s and dragged her towards the great room. Arabella had a smile on her face, Erelah’s enthusiasm clearly infectious. Lucian watched them go and waited for his brother to step in.
    Leksander tipped his head toward Lucian and dropped his voice. “She insisted on coming. I’m sorry.”
    “Worry not, my brother,” Lucian said with a smile. “I’m sure she means well enough.”
    “You know she effusively loves any human,” Leksander said, still keeping his voice hushed as they walked towards the great room where the two women had already found a spot by the windows together. “But when she heard Arabella was with child, she just about lost her damn mind.”
    “Because the baby fulfills the treaty?” Lucian asked. “Or is there some other angel strangeness I should be aware of?” Angelings were almost as unfathomable as the fae—even though they were immortal enemies, they shared a certain inscrutability. The angelings at least had a fundamentally good nature, even though their true angel parentage was mixed with human failings as well as DNA. Their strangeness made Lucian wonder why Leksander was so drawn to Erelah’s kind, but one look at the beautiful angeling, and it was easy to see why he had lost his heart to her. Long, ethereally blonde hair. Thin, elegant arms and legs that went on forever. Erelah was more beautiful than any human, a divine beauty visited upon her by her father’s angel nature. She was obtuse to it as well, along with its effect on his brother. But once smitten, Lucian doubted Leksander, or any man, could ever love a mere human again.
    Leksander’s gaze was already trained on her. “I’m fairly certain her enthusiasm is simply because your son will be the next prince of the House of Smoke, protector of humanity, fulfiller of the treaty, and all around fantastic guy.” He smiled. “If there’s one thing an angeling likes more than humans, it’s someone who can save all of humanity.” He looked chagrined at this.
    Perhaps if his brother were the crown prince—if he had been born before Lucian and fate had delivered him to that role—he could win his angeling’s love after all. Although Lucian wondered if an angel was even capable of something like the True Love that humans and dragons could share.
    He clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Perhaps her love for the baby prince will give her cause to come around the keep more often.”
    Leksander’s smile was almost pained. “One can hope.”
    Lucian felt the sadness of it like a strike on his heart. They approached the two women standing by the two-story window. Erelah still hadn’t let go of Arabella’s hands, clasping them and gazing in wonder at her face.
    “You among all women are blessed, Arabella Sharp,” Erelah gushed.
    “Um… yeah. Suppose that’s true.” Arabella’s sprinkling of freckles became more pronounced under her embarrassment.
    Lucian wanted to interject something, but Erelah wasn’t finished. “Your son will save the world!” She grasped harder onto Arabella’s hands. “That does not happen very often.” She gave Arabella a wink.
    Leksander looked stricken. Lucian just shook his head.
    Then Erelah dropped to one knee in front of Arabella. His mate frowned, and even Lucian was wondering what