Chapter Forty-four

Imelda’s POV

These women think they can hide their condition from me. Me, really? I have seen and helped more pregnant women than they have had hot dinners. Esme knows I’m on to her, the look of understanding when I told her and Liberty to talk, said it all. Her secret is out, she might aswel find comfort in those around her who can sympathise with her complicated situation.

Lottie only suspects that I know about her. Truth be told, I probably knew before she did. It doesn’t sit well with me, taking her into this fight knowing she is carrying such rare and precious cargo, and had there been any other choice I would have taken it but desperate times call for desperate measures.

She shouldn’t shift, but her magic will remain unaffected for now. All I need her to do is get close enough to one of the Katasan to draw blood with the Athamè. She has proven herself to be a formidable fighter, and as long as she gets in and out quickly, she will be fine. I can use the blood to locate whomever