Alicia's brow furrowed, and she questioned, "Aunt Jenny, what are you talking about?"

Jenny let out an exasperated sigh and vented, "Your husband went ballistic, blaming me and Mary for causing you to harm when you passed out. He was on the verge of shifting, I swear. And he threatened to kill all of us if anything happened to you! You're just pregnant—does he really need to be so on edge that he's ready to murder us?"

Alicia hadn't anticipated Damian's level of concern for her well-being. He had definitely overreacted, but deep down, it warmed her heart and filled her with a fluttering joy. This peculiar joy was distinct...