Dizziness swamped me in a wave and I swayed a little. Conal caught my arm and pulled me against him, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders. “Steady, Sugar.”
“Epi.” Comprehension and dread filled my mind in equal parts. “I'm not a descendant of Nememiah's Children, am I? I'm the new beginning of Nememiah's Children.”
“We can't be certain of that,” Epi warned. “You may still be a descendant of the originals.”
“But to create a new race of Angel children…”
“…you would need a male and a female,” Conal finished the sentence.
“But there is only you, child,” Epi protested, his eyes wide.
“What if there isn't? What if there is a man and a woman? What would happen if the Drâghici Vampire Council captured two Nememiah's Children – a man and a woman? And created them both as vampires?” I as
