I was too busy gaping at Grim in absolute shock to bother acknowledging the shifter.
“You’re sure?” I whispered.
He dipped his chin in the smallest of nods. “I can sense the soul.”
Holy fuck.
This was good news, right? They’d been trying to get me pregnant for months.
But then my eyes slid to Lucifer, still preening in the center of the room.
What if . . .
“Who’s the father?” Michael’s voice was icy and deadly serious.
“Shouldn’t an angel know better than to ask that question?” Remi muttered.
“I mean, does it even matter? It could be one of them, it could be all four of them. What’s the point in asking?” Kingston added.
“It’s not all four,” Caleb said with a surprising amount of authority. “That was a work of fate specific to us.”
“All right, fair enough, but the point is basically the same. Why bother asking?”
“Because it could be his,” Hades said, jerking his chin toward Lucifer. “Which means it might be the antichrist.”
“Oh shit, that’s right. I almost forgot he was one of hers.” Kingston shook his head with a low whistle. “The four horsemenandthe devil? That’s one hell of a party.”
Remi nudged him. “I see what you did there.”
“Look, it could be worse. Our little sunbeam is the harbinger. She turned out great.”
Lilith cut him a disgusted glare. “She only turned out that way because Caleb sacrificed himself and Sunday stopped War in her tracks.”
Suddenly everyone was looking at me. I have never wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole more in my entire life.
“I... I...” Words failing me, I finally shrugged. I didn’t have an answer to give, because the truth was, it could literally be any of them. It’s not like I had the precise details of when I’d conceived, but they’d all finished inside me multiple times over the last couple of weeks, so their guess was as good as mine.
“Where’s that talk show host when you need him?”
“Remi,” Ben chastised. “N-not the t-time.”
“I dunno, Benny, seems like a dramatic paternity test reveal is exactly what she needs.”
“I’m s-sure L-Lilith can j-just whip one up. N-no p-problem,” Ben said, the sarcasm so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Can you?” Remi asked, looking at Lilith with puppy-dog eyes.
“No.”
His shoulders slumped, but that was about the time I stopped paying attention. It didn’t matter right now. The truth about my baby’s father would come to light one way or another, but regardless of who that was, everything had changed. Glancing at each of my mates in turn, I waited for one of them to say something. It wasn’t uncommon for them to all sit quietly and take in the information before they added to a big conversation like this. Even Sin. From what I’d noticed, their preference seemed to be to speak to each other first and come up with a consensus before saying anything to someone outside of their foursome.
Lucifer wasn’t part of the foursome, though. Nor was he a remain-quiet sort of person. He was more of a grandstand and showboat sort of guy, so his silence right now was entirely out of character. I didn’t know what to make of it. Out of all my mates, he was the one I knew the least, even if sometimes it felt like our souls were mirrors of each other.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he was plotting.
Or if he knew more than he was telling me.
“If this child could be Lucifer's, that tips the scale, and not in our favor,” Michael cautioned. “There will be no winning this.”