Chapter 162-2
I felt like a fucking bomb.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.
Clam
“Free. It would be easier if I could do the spell on me, but a two-parter takes two witches, and I was never good at spelling myself. Kiana, I need to tell you something. Claudine visited me last night.”
“What? Wasn’t someone with you?”
“Jenson, but she came to me in my sleep, and she held me down in the bed while she spoke to me in my head. I didn’t tell anyone. She didn’t do anything but ask that I pass along the message, and in my opinion, I think it’s a good sign.”
Claudine always wanted to talk to me. If I was on her side, then I could just walk up to her and give her my body. I wasn’t sure how that was a good sign. “What did she say?”
“That sacrifice is a part of motherhood, and she knows that you will never understand what she did, but she hopes one day you will forgive her.”
I recoiled. “How the fuck is that good news? We already know she’s a little obsessed with me.”
“Kiana, I don’t think Claudine knows that you’re pregnant.”
“Okay. Up until a few days ago, I didn’t know that I was pregnant. What does that have to do with
anything?”
“She has surrounded herself with magic, stolen and blackmailed seers, and heard every prophecy about how this would happen. If there was even a chance that you might be pregnant when it happens, she would know, and if she knew, she would be using it against you. Something has changed. Something has happened that she could not predict or control.”
“So maybe there are other things?”
Irene nodded. “Yes. There has to be. I believe in you, Kiana. I always have. What Claudine is trying to do is unnatural, and I refuse to believe that magic will let it happen. Do not give up. I haven’t.”
Impulsively, I leaned over and hugged her. “I’m glad to have you back, Irene. I really am.”
“I’m glad to be back.”
After the sisters left, we went back to Irene’s coven. The soldiers watching her were dismissed, and Irene looked a little more relaxed as she made dinner. The moon was rising, and I checked my phone again. I hadn’t heard anything from Troy since I’d stormed out of his office.
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Chapter 162-2
Cimm
He wasn’t happy about our child. We were in a good place. A place where we finally supported and
accepted each other. Loved each other. This wasn’t the most ideal time to have a child, but I still
couldn’t understand why he’d shown no emotion when someone brought up the baby. Why he
didn’t even want to talk about it.
It hurt more than I thought he was capable.
“So, there are still descendants of the Fae,” Irene mused as she handed us each a bowl of stew and
bread. “I suppose that makes sense. The null trait is so strong. I’d often thought it would have
weakened by now.”
“I don’t understand. If the powerful Fae are still around, why are they hiding? Why don’t they help
us?”
Evalina snorted. “After everything that you’ve been through, it never ceases to amaze me how naive you are, child. The Fae care nothing for witches and wolves. We decimated their kind. I would expect each and every one of them to sit back and watch us destroy each other.”
“And you’re so damn bitter,” Lunessa snapped. Apparently, their bond over their coven ties were rapidly devolving. “Saris could have let us die. Instead, she gave us a fighting chance.”
“And disappeared? When she could have gotten even more texts to us?” Evalina challenged.
She wasn’t wrong. If the Fae had wanted to help, they certainly could have done more.
After dinner, I shifted and ran. I expected to have a hundred texts and calls from Troy, demanding
that I return, but it wasn’t long before I learned why he hadn’t. I was being followed. At least four guards, keeping their distance, tailed me during my run and followed me all the way back to the
house.
I padded into the bedroom and stopped. It was well after midnight. I hadn’t heard from Troy in over
nine or ten hours, but the bedroom was empty.
I shifted, pushing my disappointed wolf back down and stared at the bed. Something was very
wrong with us, and Troy didn’t seem inclined to want to talk or help fix it.
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