He'd let them cut him open rather than risk me ever carrying his child.
For Vivian Bennett, there was truly nothing he wouldn't do.
The next morning, I ran into Nathaniel again.
He was blocking my front door, waiting just to see me.
Stubble, bloodshot eyes, dried blood at the hem of his shirt. He looked wrecked.
"I know you've been reborn too." No preamble. "I need to ask you for one thing. For everything we were to each other in our last life."
I turned to leave. He stepped into my path.
He clearly wasn't going anywhere until he'd had this out.
"Quit fighting me on this. I'm begging you for one thing—one thing—and after that we're done. I won't bother you again. You go your way, I go mine, and we never cross paths."
"Cut the crap. What is it?" I'd been trying to figure out how to shake Nathaniel loose, and here he was, coming to me first.
"Have a child for me."
