IN THE MANSION THAT served as the Order’s New York headquarters, Jack sprang awake with a start. He was only supposed to take a quick nap but one look at the bedside clock said he’d been asleep for hours. Damn. The dream had been more intense this time. The woman’s face, desperate and pleading, her hands reaching toward him, her midsection swollen. Was it possible for her to appear even more pregnant than before? The dream was so real he thought he felt her fingertips brush his cheek. Her mouth moved but he couldn’t hear the words. It looked as though she mouthed help me.
Jack rubbed a hand over the sparse stubble on his face. Shaving could wait. He threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, then headed downstairs to the library. Nate bent over a laptop, engrossed in whatever appeared onscreen. H
