Dave was seated in an armchair across the living room from where she was sitting on the sofa, deep in thought. His expression was shifting from sadness to frustration and then to a twisted look of anguish.
The silence... the space between them both emotionally and physically was hurting her almost as much as the thought of what she would have to do next.
Dave had told her her options and since then they'd not uttered a word to each other and the tension in the air was palpable.
"What about the babies?" she asked in a quiet, nervous voice. She was still reeling from this situation as well as being pregnant with twins and she wanted to know the full implications of her actions.
"Devon said one baby is more genetically vampire and therefore there shouldn't be any issues. The other baby...
