I’m screaming when I wake, back in the farmhouse bedroom, sobbing uncontrollably as I clutch my stomach. In a panic, I throw the quilt off my body, only to find my normal, flat abdomen.
No bulge, no bleeding.
And no baby.
“Nightmare?” Kate says, still with her head resting on her pillow; her bloodshot eyes, sparkling with tears.
I nod as I sit up against the rough wall behind me. “It was horrible,” I say, wiping my eyes with my pyjama sleeve. “It felt like another memory. Like the one I had about Jared. But it couldn’t have been. I was someone else.”
Kate goes silent; her stare blank; lost.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Where were you in your dream?”
“I was in a park with a man. We were attacked by someone. Another vampire, I think.” I sniff loudly, struggling to shake off the trauma
