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    Late one night when he came in from work he found her lingering in the girls’ doorway, just smiling at them as they slept.
    Emery was breathtaking. Not just because of the classic beauty she carried but also for the hum of her soul as it reached out to Jamison, constantly beckoning him closer.
    That night for some reason the glint in her eyes when she looked up at him, saw him—really looked deep in his soul—slaughtered every inch of Jamison’s willpower.
    He couldn’t stop himself. He pulled her from the doorway, leaned her against the wall, and deepened the absorbing gaze between them. Emery’s chest was rising and falling. There was fear in her eyes, enough to make him hesitate, but then all at once she leaned up and took his lips.
    The sensation was mind-blowing to Jamison, and nearly brought him to his knees. They had never spoken of his immortality before then, his power. As far as he knew Emery was oblivious to it. Hiding that element of himself from her just then was impossible. His energy wrapped around her and he whisked her to her room. Slowly, they explored each other, fell into a high which was hard to explain—numb, captivating, astounding.
    Jamison barely stopped himself that night and when he did the only emotion on Emery’s visage was shock. Out of breath he sat on the edge of her bed, shirtless, his belt undone, slacks all but opened wide, and stared forward. The truth of his sins spilled from his lips in a whisper that caressed the darkness around them.
    Emery sat eerily still as he spoke. After a long silence her gaze drifted over him, and then told him she knew the prophecy, that the very Rapture her parents were waiting on was what inspired her love for her career. She told him she had felt it, the truth of it, as she watched the girls play, as she realized how alike all the girls looked, how they carried Jamison’s features.
    Emery approached everything logically, and that is how she saw the pair of them, the course before them. It was months later she asked on a heated breath of passion for him to give her immortality, asked him to allow her to see their girls’ path she was sure was generations ahead. No hesitation came from him. He wanted her strong, safe, and at his side—forever.
    The life they led currently, the distance between them, before the girls and before the coven, was Emery’s idea. She didn’t want anyone in the coven to see the truth, to see that their children, along with Soren, were now born. She didn’t want them to know the Rapture was due to come—that the fallen angel and the womb-less woman were silently raising warriors.
    Today, only select members knew what the girls and Soren were destined for. Others surely assumed, enough so that Jamison didn’t feel Emery’s reasons for their secret love affair made any sense. He didn’t like that only one of his daughters called him father, even though he’d raised them all.
    Carefully he leaned Emery against the wall under the bleachers. His gaze slowly eased over her as his hands moved down her sides, his thumbs grazing her chest seconds before reaching her hips and squeezing slightly before he leaned his forehead to hers.
    Emery moved her hands up his chest, doing her best to hide the fast breaths that he still, to this day, elicited from her.
    “What are we going to do?” she whispered. Duncan had caused hell in their lives in the past. He’d harassed, stolen, threatened. He was a nightmare, and now he was back and their daughters had recognized him as a threat.
    Jamison leaned down, let his lips linger before he kissed her. Nice and slow at first. Just a hello, I’ve missed you kiss, but then his hands moved around her waist and he pulled her flesh against him and deepened the kiss.
    Emery gave in momentarily. High on the sensation of him. On the feel of him against her in their stolen moment. But then she pulled away and reached to cradle his face as she looked into his eyes. “You’re