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in the world Erelah was doing. She swept her hands wide then brought them close to hover over Arabella’s belly. She was staring intently as if she could peer inside the womb. For a flash instant, Lucian wondered if she actually could. His own fae senses could taste the small beginnings of the child that was inside Arabella’s belly. He’d already fallen in love with his own son, already knew him in a way that he wondered if even Arabella did. Full of new life. Bursting with innocence. It was said that unborn children were closer to heaven than even True Angels because of the newness of their being. And this being was half human, so perhaps Erelah, who was half angel, could reach his son in a way that others might not. Either way, an awkward, breath-held moment slowly passed.
    Then Erelah asked Arabella, “May I give him a kiss?”
    What? Lucian threw a look to Leksander, who was fighting a smile. His brother gave him a short nod, reassuring him, but Lucian still wasn’t quite sure what the angeling meant.
    “Um… I guess.” Arabella was looking to him for reassurance as well.
    Lucian gave her a nod. Reluctantly.
    Erelah took hold of Arabella’s hips and drew her belly closer to her lips. Lucian wasn’t alarmed, but it was one of the stranger things he’d seen an angeling do.
    Arabella’s face contorted. “Oh, um, okay…”
    But Erelah wasn’t paying attention—she was entirely focused on Arabella’s belly. A fierce look crossed her face, a kind of rapturous, intense love. Then she closed the final gap and pressed an open mouth kiss to the white brocaded cloth that covered Arabella’s skin. Erelah exhaled low and deep, and Lucian finally realized what she was doing.
    Giving his son a life kiss.
    Tears pricked the back of Lucian’s eyes, and emotion suddenly choked him. It was a divine kiss, a life-giving kiss, the breathing of life energy into his unborn son, strengthening him with a magic even more powerful than the dragon and fae magic that were mixed in the patronage of his House of Smoke bloodline.
    “Oh! Wow,” Arabella breathed. There was awe in her voice, and Lucian could only imagine how it must feel to be on the receiving end of an angel kiss. Erelah, for all her awkwardness, gained an esteem in Lucian’s eyes that would never be diminished—she was bestowing a blessing, a very real and tangible blessing, that might enable his son to live through the difficult pregnancy and birth ahead.
    It took three long seconds, but Erelah finally finished and rose up again, her face flushed with the glory of bestowing her gift. It reminded Lucian of when she brought the demon-infected human back to life in the alley—that same fervent, almost sexual rush of pleasure that seemed to set her face alight. Angelings were generally very chaste, but some of their strange acts seemed rife with the kind of pleasure Lucian normally associated with the bedroom.
    “Thank you, angeling,” Lucian managed to get out past the lump in his throat.
    Erelah beamed, her face radiating joy. “I have yet another gift, but this one is for your mate.”
    Lucian nodded his permission, not that she needed it. He was still overcome with what she had just done. But when she whipped out an angel blade and held it up high, panic surged through him. Before he could choke out words or even move, Erelah turned the blade around and held it out handle-first to Arabella.
    She was equally stunned and just stared at the blade for a moment.
    Lucian cursed under his breath and glared at Leksander. His brother’s eyes were squeezed shut momentarily. He opened them and wordlessly gave Lucian an apology for his angeling brandishing the one thing besides dragon talons that could pierce Arabella’s skin and take the life of both her and his dragonling.
    “It’s beautiful,” Arabella said, tentative, and still staring at the blade without taking it. “Are you sure you want to part with it?”
    “I’ve fashioned this one especially for you,”