can’t know that. It hasn’t even been born yet,” she argued, but she was barking up the wrong tree.
“You’re speaking to the choir, Morgan. They’re not willing to take that risk,” I said, remembering War’s chilling words when we’d spoken about it. As far as they were concerned, this whole thing had already been mapped out in a prophesy and that was as good as gold to them.
“You’re the only hope we have right now. You have to convince her that she’s too young to have a baby. That she’s making a mistake and needs to end this pregnancy—”
“It won’t work,” she interrupted quietly as she looked up and meet my gaze again. “She’s going to have this baby, Jemma. Whether we like it or not, it will be born.”
The lump in my throat made it impossible to swallow. “How do you know?”
“Because,” she said and then shook her head. “I’ve already seen it.”
13. RUSSIAN ROULETTE
Needless to say, I spent the remainder of the day in a daze. Getting Morgan to convince Nikki to end the pregnancy was my one and only hope of stopping this entire thing before it even started, but her vision had made it clear that there was no chance in that happening. Nikki was going to have this child, and she was going to claim it as Trace’s.
My entire body tensed at the thought of it.
What would she do once she found out the Council was coming for her? That they had no intention on allowing this child to live? And would Trace protect her believing the baby was his? The whole thing was making my stomach turn.
And if that wasn’t enough, I had Dominic’s compulsion fluttering around in the back of my mind like an imminent warrant on my life. I hadn’t mentioned anything to Trace last night, because duh, and hoped that once I’d slept on it, I’d have a clear plan of what to do about it, but unfortunately I was just as stumped as I was the night before.
Dusk was quickly approaching, and I knew that the moment the sun went down, Dominic’s command to come find him would overtake me whether I was ready for it or not. I could certainly try to fight it—hope and pray that I was strong enough to resist it, but chances were, I would fail miserably and end up heading straight to the Huntington Manor, completely unprepared for whatever he had planned the very moment the sun set.
I so could not have that.
For all I knew I was walking into a vampire-infested trap with Dominic and his Sire-bitch Pricilla waiting in the wings to watch me get ripped to pieces. Then again, he could also be calling for me for nothing more than to inflict some more sexual torture on me. Either way, I wanted no part of it. I had to do something.
I could, of course, reach out to Trace for help, but after what happened last night and then this morning, it was clear that I needed to keep my distance and give him some space from me. It didn’t matter how badly I wanted him. The fact was, I couldn’t have him right now and I needed to accept that and stop messing with his emotions, however unintentional it may have been.
That really only left me with one option.
As soon as the final bell rang, I headed up the stairwell to the second floor in search of Ben. He was after all my friend, as well as a Shifter. Surely, he would be able to provide me with the kind of assistance I required in the small matter of restraining my damn self.
“I need a favor,” I said as I approached him at his locker. There was a cute blonde talking his ear off, but he didn’t seem all that interested in what she had to say. I fixed her with a look and said, “Disappear.”
Her eyes widened as though I was the wicked witch of the west before she turned on her heel and scurried away.
“Thanks for that,” he said bashfully as he finished packing up his bag and then straightened so that we were at eye level. “So, what’s this favor you speak of?”
“Say you had a really strong animal that you needed to restrain for a specific amount of time—”
“Why would I need to restrain an animal for a specific amount of time?” he asked, cutting in, though his eyebrows were raised with interest. “And what amount of