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I don’t want to have to run again.
“Yes, she’s definitely pregnant,” Meena says, staring into my eyes. She’s a witch with powers of a seer, and she obviously thinks I was speaking to her.
Emerson and her daughter, Ember, have been living with Meena since they came to town.
I nod my understanding.
My magic agrees, and that’s enough for me.
The owners of The Den offered me sanctuary when I knew not a single thing about the human world. They’ve treated me with dignity and kindness when I was the most vulnerable I’ve ever been.
I can’t sit by and watch Dread lose his mate. It would destroy him, especially if she’s carrying his pup.
“Children are always a gift,” I say mindlessly as I rip the bracelet off my wrist.
I’ve worn the soft pastel piece of jewelry for years, although it has been magically reinforced. My fingers glide over each bead until I feel the hum.
I rip off a light pink bead, and the others slide together like there was never any damage to the relic.
“Be prepared to fight,” I say, blanching. “The hunters will come for me as soon as I use my magic. I can get away with small amounts, but anything this large will cause a disruption they’ll be able to track. I need a head start.”
“Understood,” Ryktus says, fluttering his wings as he takes a fighting stance.
I crush the orb between my fingers and shove Laithe away. The vampire bristles, but too bad. I have more important things to focus on. I spill half the magic into Emerson’s mouth and push it closed.
“There are no guarantees that this will work.” I blow the rest of the powder over her body.
It immediately dissolves into nothing.
I really have no idea if this will be successful. I’ve kept my magic so starved over the years that it might not.
I really didn’t want to leave Haven.
My heart pounds when I think of Atlas, but I can’t repay my bosses’ kindness and acceptance by sitting back and doing nothing. Everything feels hazy, like I’m stuck in a nightmare.
This is what Malice warned me about.
Meena continues to hold her illuminated hands over Emerson’s womb.
“I’m going to continue with the blood.” Laithe sounds unsure of himself. I’ve never heard the vampire lack confidence a day in the years I’ve known him.
“No, no more,” I hiss.
My hands and eyes glow while I try to force my magic into action. It’s been trapped in that relic for years, and I can only hope I’m coaxing it into working.
My eyes slide shut as I feel the energy of the babies.
Meena is keeping them in a sort of stasis while Emerson is deceased.
Four.
She’s pregnant with four babies.
My heart pangs. I know it makes me a terrible hag, but I can’t fight the ache of discomfort that slams into my chest. I swallow thickly around the rocks that seem to have formed.
Blowing out a breath, I refocus my attention.
Meena only mentioned one baby.
