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Erelah gushed. “It has been imbued with a blessing just for you and your child. It’s meant to protect you and him throughout both of your very long lives and bring you many blessings.”
    The tension seemed to go out of Arabella’s body. She took the blade and held it up. It truly was beautiful, like everything made from angel magic. It glinted in the early morning sun, its white blade glowing with pure angel energy and the carved handle gleaming ebony.
    “Thank you.” Arabella gave her a slight bow. “It’s the perfect gift. Both of them.” She leaned forward and embraced the angeling, a move that seemed to light Erelah up from within. A humming sound, high in pitch and booming in nature welled up from somewhere inside the angeling’s body. It was only an echo of an angelsong, but the power of it vibrated through Lucian’s body. Leksander was struck by it, too, given the way his eyes filled with longing and desire. Even Arabella seemed struck by it, and their hug went on and on.
    Lucian was ready to break it up when the door toned.
    “That must be Leonidas,” Lucian said.
    Leksander was transfixed by his angeling.
    Arabella and Erelah were still locked in their embrace.
    “I guess I’ll go let him in.” Lucian just shook his head and went to the door.
    Once it opened, Leonidas asked without preamble, “Where is our princess?”
    Lucian gestured him in. “Receiving her gifts from the angeling.”
    “Nothing horrifying, I hope?” He strode inside, peering down the entranceway toward the great room, looking for Arabella.
    “Only slightly,” Lucian said. “Thank you for coming.” He managed to keep most of the sarcasm out of his voice, given that Leonidas was only a few minutes past the appointed time.
    “I had trouble selecting the proper gift,” he said tightly, striding into the great room.
    Lucian caught up to him just as Leksander and Erelah were turning to leave.
    Leksander gave Leonidas a nod of hello, which Leonidas barely acknowledged, his gaze already locked on Arabella. Lucian didn’t like the intense look on his face. Erelah was still floating on her high of interaction with Lucian’s mate and unborn son. The giddy look on her face was carrying her toward the front door without noticing the fact that Leonidas was even in the room. Leonidas broke away from them and headed towards Arabella.
    Lucian was about to go after him, but Leksander caught his arm and said quietly, “I figured it was time for us to leave.” He flicked a look at Erelah floating toward the door on light angel steps. Her angelsong had shifted to a frequency so high that most humans wouldn’t be able to hear it.
    “Thank you, my brother.” He looked to the angeling. “And to Erelah. Thanks doesn’t seem… enough.”
    Leksander nodded and straggled after her.
    Lucian turned back to find Leonidas already holding Arabella’s hands while talking quietly to her next to the window. Lucian was struck by a strange jealousy—he knew his brother would never threaten his treasure in any way, but the primal part of him that wanted to protect her from anything and everything still surged at the sight of another man’s hands on her.
    He strode over to the window to join them.
    Leonidas dropped her hands and stepped back as Lucian approached, his head deferentially dipping to acknowledge Lucian’s primacy in the situation. Just for extra measure, Lucian slid his arm around Arabella’s waist, claiming her with his touch.
    Leonidas’s smile was genuine but sad. Lucian felt a strike of shame for his possessiveness, given the curse that his brother carried that would never allow him the same pleasure Lucian had with Arabella.
    “Leonidas was just telling me how happy he was for us,” Arabella said, her gaze flicking between the two of them. She seemed to sense the tension.
    Lucian tipped his head to his brother, his grimace hopefully seen for the apology it was. “Uncle Leonidas does have a certain ring to it.”
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