"I want a daughter."

"Please forgive me..." Lucian begged, not caring about his pride or anything else. He didn't want to lose his family—Ave and their unborn child. A man has no pride when his only light and life is about to be taken from him.

"Lucian..." Ave moaned as she finally got control of her body again. She ran to him where he was kneeling, and his head jerked up to glance at her. He cried out her name and pulled her into his embrace.

"Aveline, I thought I would lose you!" He held her to him.

Ave held him back, trying to make sense of what had just happened. One moment she was with him, and another moment she was consumed by feelings so intense they didn't seem like hers. She had felt pain, grief, anger, and love—all toward her husband—so much that she had begun to say words she didn't actually think she was the one saying.