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“As I was saying, the Penn that saved Astrid was the same one who tried to kill Salem.”
I jolt in my seat, shock rendering me speechless for a minute as I let the information filter through my brain. Pieces start to snap together, twisting what I thought I knew into something else.
“Is she the pregnant one? Salem? Is she the pregnant one?” I’m sure Ev told me she is, but I need to make sure.
Zig nods, his jaw tense.
I reach out and snag his hand, bile rushing up my throat. “Was she pregnant when she was attacked?”
When he hesitates, I squeeze his hand tighter.
“Please, Zig, it’s important.”
“Yeah. The man Astrid knew as Penn Travis specifically aimed for the baby. With a sword.”
I jump up, my chair tipping back as I start pacing.
“Talk to me, Avery. Is that what your seer saw?” Ev coaxes, which silences around the table.
I stop and look at him. “Bella doesn’t see the past.”
“So, what she saw is still to come. You suspected that anyway. So what has you spooked now?”
“Babies. It all comes down to babies. The Penn Division is locating children and teens who are tagged as gifted and manipulating them into certain circumstances where they’re being controlled without realizing it. They want happy people. It’s the key to a truly strong gift. That’s only part of it, though. The key is the children.”
“What children? The gifted ones?” Oz asks, confused.
I shake my head, realizing I’m not making sense. “Gifts can present naturally or be inherited. Sometimes weaker, sometimes just as strong. But in almost all cases where the gifted get pregnant, it is from a union with one gifted partner and one non-gifted partner.”
Creed gets up and walks over to me, his hands reaching for my wrists. “Take a deep breath for me, Avery. Before you pass out.”
Feeling lightheaded, I do as he asks, feeling the room spin around me.
“Someone get her some juice. Here, sit back down.” Creed rights my chair before nudging me into it. Crouching down in front of me, his thumbs stroking over the backs of my hands. Someone hands him the juice, and he takes it, holding the glass to my lips.
I sip it slowly, feeling my heart start to slow a little.
“Better?”
I nod. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“You okay to carry on, or do you need a break?” Ev asks.
“I’m okay. This is important.”
“Alright.”
Creed stands up, his hand smoothing my hair back before he walks back to his seat.
“Where was I?”
“Children with a non-gifted and gifted parent,” Crew says softly.
“Right. The Division has seen how strong some of the offspring are, but they also question how much stronger their gifts would be if both their parents were gifted.”
“Despite what’s going on here, the odds of two gifted people actually running into each other, let alone falling in love and having babies with them, has to be slim, right?” Jagger looks at Ev, then me.
