Expressions quizzical, the three clan elders — Margot Emory, Bryce McAllister, and Allegra Moss — sat at my dining room table, waiting for me to explain why I’d summoned them to the house. Of course, as prima, I had the prerogative to do so…I just hadn’t exercised it before now.
I’d realized as I left the Planned Parenthood facility that it was my responsibility to tell the elders what was going on. Anything that affected me affected the clan as well, and hiding my condition from them wouldn’t do anyone any good, even if making such a confession to that trio was high on my list of extremely embarrassing situations I would rather have avoided.
“I’ve just…discovered something,” I began, wishing I didn’t sound quite so shaky and nervous. Then again, I probably had every right to be. Wishy-w
