He strokes my hair back. “I am free, Miriam.” I must’ve hit my head really hard because I’m not following. “Free of what?” “My purpose.” It’s as much as he’s admitted before, but this time, I truly process his words. “You really aren’t going to kill anymore?” I say. He shakes his head. “Not unless it’s to protect you—or our daughter.” I raise my eyebrows, then glance down at my stomach. “Our daughter?” He smiles at me, and that smile seems to stretch to every corner of his face. He’s so painfully gorgeous. “Sorry to ruin the surprise.”
