“Isn’t it weird for you—with me and her?” I asked my brother.
Rex shrugged. “No one goes through life without a few awkward moments. By the time we got together, we’d been bred several times each, but she never conceived again. Carly is her only child. That’s all in the past now. Question is, is it weird for you?”
“Little bit. But I can’t think of a better man to be my daughter’s father. Better suited than me.”
“This life chose you, Zeb. You couldn’t have stayed anyway. You’re meant to tilt windmills and slay dragons—or more like vampires and werewolves.”
“You should see Aliya in action. It’s a thing of beauty.”
“Can’t say I think of killing as beautiful, Zeb.”
“But it is. She moves through a crowd of creatures like she’s dancing. It’s like birds in flight or leaves in the wind. I never saw anything so incredible.”
“You’ve got it bad, huh?”
“Got what bad?” I quit looking at him, aware that he can read my expression.
“You’re falling in love.”
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