“You’ll make them like me?” Emily asks. “Can you order them to?”I want to laugh at her. Why does she think that’s how life works? “I’ll see what I can do,” I reply.She smiles for the first time since she came into my office. “I am the prettiest,” she declares.I nod. “Of course, you are. Now, go b
*Adam* “Ki… kill the Breeder?” I ask as I try to process what the king has just said. “Kill. Snuff out her life. Give her a permanent transfer from the world of the living to the spirit realm. Whatever kids today are saying. I want her dead!” I can feel cold sweat forming on my forehead. I still
“Well, we all knew that would happen. I mean, she will just return to her home after having the baby. I know her home is not an ideal or lovely place, but we can’t equate her going back home to a death sentence,” she says as she tries to pull her hand away from my grasp. “The king doesn’t want her
*Shelby* I don’t want to be angry at my husband. I know his duties as the king’s Beta, but I do wish he could be more assertive at times. Killing a defenseless woman would be a good place to draw the line of loyalty, right? I shake the thoughts out of my head. It does make sense that he would want
“Oh, okay. But perhaps I could ask Kelly to help us come up with a plan then,” I suggest, and again Adam shakes his head. I must admire how the Goddess made necks strong enough to hold one’s head in place. At the rate Adam keeps shaking his head, it could have fallen off if wasn’t screwed on so well
*Rose* The nervous habit of rubbing my belly just increases as the days pass by. I’m constantly thinking about my baby. Now that I’m about ten weeks along, I have another appointment today, and I’m nervous to hear what Dr. Pendergorder, or whatever her name is, has to say. When I made the appointm
Then, the nurse starts gasping, and I am terrified. “Is everything okay?” Shelby asks her. Dr. Pendergama clears her throat. “Uh, Rose, dear… have we talked about the possibility of multiple babies?” “Well…” I begin, not sure how to answer, “you’ve been lovely, but I’m afraid I’ll be leaving the
*Rose* I wash my hands by the sink and take a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror overhead. My focus is brought to my nose. Was my nose really going to grow bigger? Is it already bigger? I turn slightly to see if I can spot the difference. I can’t tell at all, and it’s making me frustrate