Vincent pov

We lie in bed; Enya sleeps in my arms, and I can't fall asleep. Even when I try to close my eyes, I'm too excited to pass out. Now, I know what absolute bliss feels like. To be one with my mate and hold her while she sleeps is something I wouldn't change for the world.

I run my fingers through her hair, and something unusual catches my eye. Why didn't I notice this earlier? I move a little closer to check if I didn't imagine things, but there it is- impossible to mistake for an ordinary birthmark. Carefully, I get out of bed, pull the covers over...