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Arrow placed Emerald gently into the crib, his movements careful, almost reverent. For someone who had sworn he wanted nothing to do with the baby, he sure handled her with the kind of precision only a vampire could manage.

Chase, still sitting on the bed, watching him through half-lidded eyes, let out a long yawn. His entire body ached with exhaustion, but he refused to look away.

This is almost like his dream becoming true by watching Arrow care even a little tiny bit about his daughter.

Arrow turned toward him, crimson eyes sharp even in the dim lighting. "You should sleep."

Chase huffed. "You should stop acting like my dad."

Arrow's lips quirked slightly, but he did not argue. Instead, he stepped closer, pausing at the edge of the bed, towering over Chase. Chase tilted his head up to meet his gaze, feeling too aware of how big Arrow was—broad, imposing, an unnatural beauty carved from stone.

He has no right to be this good-looking.