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yours are nil! At least I know I can
father a child!” Devlin answered arrogantly. “You have never even
managed to make a child, have you? It was Samuel’s child Harriet
lost, wasn’t it? Not yours, Perseus. You were probably sterile back
when you were human—”
    With a look to Serena to stay outside, I took
a breath and pushed open the double doors.
    Perseus looked over immediately, as did
Devlin, the latter looking instantly scared to death, sure I’d
walked into a trap. Lash was there, serrated knife in hand, facing
a muscular man with a similar knife. Both of them cut their eyes to
me, and then back to each other.
    Perseus faced me and grinned like the
Cheshire Cat. “Ah, Sar,” he said, advancing. “I’d hoped you would
arrive—”
    Devlin was between us in a second, blocking
Perseus as he reached for me. “Back off, Greek!” he growled,
shielding me with his body. “You aren’t taking her. She is Oathed
to me.”
    “I’m taking her Oath tonight!” Perseus hissed
menacingly. “I have a doctor ready to abort that were—”
    “You’re taking Sar over my dead corpse,”
Devlin growled back furiously.
    “Kill him,” Perseus ordered. His weresnake
went for Devlin, even as Lash moved and blocked him, their knives
meeting in a clash of steel. Both backed off, and began circling,
slicing at one another.
    “You want to fight, Greek?” Devlin hissed,
eyes red. “I’m right here. Sar, get out of here; run!”
    “You won’t stop me this time,” Perseus said,
baring his fangs. Devlin braced himself, baring his own wide, and
snarling.
    “Stop this!” I yelled. “Stop this male
bullshit!”
    Everyone looked over at me.
    “I’m having his child,” I said, handing
Perseus the papers. “I’ve just been to Camlyn, and he confirmed
it.”
    “This is a trick,” Perseus hissed. “Another
trick, like Harriet—”
    “Not one of my making,” Devlin said, trying
to put distance between me and Perseus as he backed away, pushing
me behind him.
    “Heteropaternal superfecundation?” Perseus
said slowly, reading the papers.
    “Two fathers, two eggs,” I explained,
flushing. “You should be aware of the possibility, as it might
happen to Harriet. She is subject to the same conditions I’ve been
in.”
    Perseus crumpled the papers and threw them
down on the floor, glaring at me. “I will check this out with
Camlyn, Sarelle,” he hissed. “It had better be as you say.”
    “Go ahead,” I said defiantly, staring him
down. “I’m not lying.”
    “At least the dhamphir will have something to
feed on while he’s growing,” Perseus hissed nastily.
    Dizziness overcame me, then sudden worry. What if he was right?
    Devlin grabbed hold of my arm, steadying me
as he watched Perseus. “By law, you can’t take her from me,” Devlin
said with relish, flashing Perseus a fang-filled smile. “There is
no way in Hell Samuel would stand for it, not and set a precedent
that might cost him his own heir. You can’t fight the both of us,
Greek. Now get the Hell out of my house and don’t come back.”
    “Let’s go,” Perseus said, with one last look
of hate toward Devlin. He strode out, his weresnake henchman
following him, sheathing his knife as he gave Lash a last parting
hiss.
    Lash ignored him, sheathed his own knife,
then went to the papers and picked them up. He smoothed them, then
handed them to Devlin. Devlin skimmed the papers, then slowly
looked down at me. “Is he sure?” he said joyously. “There’s no
mistake?”
    “Yes,” I said happily. “You’re going to be a
father.”
    Devlin hugged me tightly, then lifted me in
the air as he whirled me around a few times, laughing, smiling
radiantly.
    “Congratulations,” Lash said, giving him a
wide smile.
    Devlin hugged him fiercely. “We have to
celebrate,” Devlin said, turning from Lash to me. “Let’s go
out!”
    “Davy’s?” Lash suggested.
    Devlin looked at him, then said carefully,
“Do you mind?”
    “Cin has left the