Emory
Bernard looks a mix of horrified and furious. His gray eyes are wide, and he stares at me dumbstruck for a full minute before he lunges. Dr. Martin and Helga grab him before he can get off the bed. They push him down, and Bernard is no match for their superior vampire strength. It doesn’t help that he’s lost a lot of blood and is malnourished.
“You have to get rid of it!” Bernard yells. “You can’t keep that thing inside of you!”
“That is not your decision,” I reply firmly. “This is my baby, and I get to decide-”
“It’s going to be a monster!” Bernard’s gray eyes look more scared than angry. “Whatever comes out of you, it’s not going to be a shifter or a vampire; it’s going to be an abomination.”
My hand cradles my belly protectively. “No, it’s not. My baby is going to be normal.”
