Danea (33 page)

She reached out and stroked over
Breanna’s forehead. “You’re fine, child. You’re a very strong woman. Tired…more food for you, I told you that...what happened?”

“My mother evidently wanted to send a message to my father,”
Rey answered when he was sure his voice was working. His hands circled Hannah from behind, her head against his shoulder.

“Explain,”
Camelia repeated firmly.

“Breanna took Danea into a glen she created and they were playing,” Wade began carefully, trying to explain the game to a non-Fae. “It’s a child’s game. We’re taught to create our own little world to be ourselves, without ever leaving the human bodies we have. I…I should have realized that
Danea’s aura…her heritage…would…could have an effect, especially if someone wanted to make contact.”

“Her heritage?” Sullivan finally spoke, his hand out and sweeping the glass of wine from the floor and draining it in one long swallow.

“Breanna is fine,” Camelia said again, more firmly, she met the pale brown eyes and shook her head. “You haven’t told them.”

“I…I wanted to be sure…it’s barely…”

“Silly child,” Camelia pulled the blanket free and gently placed both her palms on Breanna’s stomach. “I’m a doctor. It’s my job to be accurate. No machine can do this…listen…”

Silence filled the large open chamber of a living area. But only for a moment. Slowly, strong and steady, the thumping sound began, only to have another join it seconds later.

Nick fall back onto his behind, his mouth opening and closing.

“I…you…we…”

“And he’s the articulate one,” Rey said with a shake of his head.

“Two,” Breanna whispered, pulling her lower lip between her teeth and blinking back the happy tears.

“Boys…one light…” Camelia glanced at Jase. “And one dark,” she said with a look at Nick, both men’s expressions running a gauntlet she’d seen so often in her practice. “This time, boys.” She moved away and gestured with a little shooing motion for the others to move across the room. “Perhaps we should leave them alone.”

“And just who are you?” Sullivan demanded gruffly. Great-grandchildren.

“Oh…Sullivan Moore, my mother, Camelia,” Danea sighed into the warmth of Wade’s arms around her from behind. “And my heritage…”

Camelia
scowled at the unfamiliar figure. Tall. Dark haired and deep, bottomless eyes that seemed to change colors.

“
Camelia, my grandfather,” Breanna said from her almost smothered position between her two men on the sofa. “Sullivan Moore.”

“You don’t look like a grandfather,” the silver haired blonde shrugged and extended her palm only to have him scowl a little more at it.

“Why should her heritage have upset the glen Breanna created? Explain yourself,” he shoved against the arms of the chair and stalked the bottle of wine on the table that had been set up with appetizers and drinks.

Wade looked at Hannah and ran a heavy palm along
Danea’s arm.

“I’m not sure what I walked in on, but my daughter would never do anything to disturb anyone, trust me, I’ve tried bringing out her wild side,”
Camelia chuckled. “And then she goes and finds it all on her own…”

“Mother!”

“Heritage!” Sullivan growled, coming to a stop inches from the tall, curved blonde. He remained immobile when she straightened her shoulders and glared back at him.

“She’s like her mother…part Arctic mermaid and part angel. Is that a problem for you, grandpa?”

“Mother!” Danea whispered to keep from letting the laughter free. “Behave yourself. Dinner party. Guests?”

“Oh, I believe your mother is just fine, Danea,” Hannah laughed and linked her arm with her husband’s. “An angel…who knew…”