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didn’t need anyone else to tell him how much he’d screwed
this up. He was well aware.
    Anton walked in
carrying a large basket surrounded with lace and ribbon. “If this helps, I took
the liberty of putting together a basket of Amelia’s favorite things. Your mamma
included her soothing herbal tea and those famous lavender bath salts.” Anton
handed the large basket to Gage.
    “Well, don’t just stand
there. Go and bring it to her,” Paige encouraged as she made a brushing motion
towards the stairs with her hands. “Go on. She doesn’t bite.”
    “Not what I’ve heard,
Principessa,” Donovan spoke from behind her.
    Paige reached around
the tap him but it was too late. Donovan had hit on his biggest fear. Gage had
no idea what to do with an angry woman. Most women he’d bedded simply fell into
his arms without any coaxing, but Amelia, she belonged to him, and the longer
she kept him waiting, the stronger his urge to take her would grow.
    He didn’t want to wait
to claim her, and without the medicine Donovan had, he couldn’t wait too long.
It was against everything in his Valendite DNA to allow his newfound mate to go
unclaimed. With determination, he climbed the stairs and knocked on the door to
their bedroom.
    “Come in,” Amelia’s
voice called out.
    When Gage opened the
door, he saw she was kneeling at Layla’s feet with her hand on Layla’s belly.
Her green eyes were glossy as if tears were forming, but the smile on her face
stopped him where he stood. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight than his
mate’s happiness. She was shining as her dainty, thin lips pulled up in joy.
Her cheeks rounded and she looked to Layla.
    “He’s moving.” Layla
smiled down at her sister and then looked at Gage across the room. “The baby is
moving. It’s the first time Amelia has felt it.” She indicated with her hand
for him to come closer, but Gage felt as if he was intruding on their moment.
He stood as a sentinel at the door.
    Noticing his
discomfort, Layla turned her head as if hearing a far-off noise. “Oh, I think
that’s Madden calling for me,” she said. “Help me up and I’ll go see what he
needs. You two can talk.”
    “Subtle,” Amelia
shrugged, looking as uncomfortable as Gage felt, once Layla made her way from
the room.
    “Good intentioned.”
Gage still didn’t move until he realized Amelia was looking at the basket he
was carrying. “This is for you. I wanted you to have some of your favorite
things. Maybe it will bring you some comfort.”
    “A
‘Sorry for Shooting You’ gift?”
    Gage set the basket
back down and ran his fingers through his hair. “Damn it. What am I to say? I
could apologize one thousand times but it’ll make no difference to you. Will
it?”
    “I don’t know. I’m
trying. I just cannot believe this is how it was meant to be.”
    “What was meant to be?
I’m not following.”
    “This. Us. Our mating. It’s supposed to be
romantic, an incredible passion like Layla and Madden, Eloise and Caedon, and
my other sisters. Instead, I’m cursed with this frustratingly ridiculous way to
meet my mate.” Amelia began to pace as she spoke. Her frustration so obvious in
the way she held herself, Gage took a few steps back.
    “I’m so sorry. I’d do
anything to change it if I could. I’m just so damn sorry.”
    Amelia glared across
the room at him. Gage couldn’t help but consider that American phrase “if looks
could kill”. Then she walked towards him and he was lost. She was coming near
him. Their eyes locked and he held his breath until they were standing
chest-to-chest. He could smell the fragrance of her skin, allowing himself the
pleasure for just a moment before returning to her eyes. She was furious.
    “Stop saying you’re
sorry. Just stop,” Amelia growled as she struck her fist against his bicep and
then his chest.
    He allowed her to hit
him. Her tiny fists didn’t hurt, but it seemed to be helping her. He saw the
tiny beads of perspiration