MishThat night they woke up in each other's arms, Xavier told her. He left nothing out. Though it was brutal, it was necessary. She felt relieved.Finally Uncle Philip was dead and he gave up concrete information to nail down the traitors in the Alliance.The weeks that followed had been surreal.Painstakingly rooting out spies and supporters of the Angel of Darkness.Esmeralda and the kings were mostly gone. Travelling around the supernatural world. Offering protection. Strengthening ties.Staking traitors.It was no fun. But it had to be done.Mish had missed mingling outside their properties. Her music became her solace in her isolation. Though it was bearable since she was sharing it with her sisters and their large family group.Her beloved had recently arrived from another trip and was busy debriefing with the New Council. That could take a while.She went on with her night. Munching on freshly baked fudge brownies while patting her belly thoughtfully. Sighing, she went back in