Evelyn
I wake next to Thaddeus and Ryland, coated in sweat. Orion sits beside me on the bed, a small box in his lap and a sheet of paper in his hand.
“Good, you’re up,” he says, setting the paper down.
“Where did Thaddeus and Ryland go?” I ask, stretching.
“Out. Thaddeus needs more blood. Now tell me the truth—and don’t lie to me.”
My eyes drop to the box. A pregnancy test. My heart kicks up.
“So I was right,” he says calmly. “You were staring at your belly when I walked in yesterday, and you didn’t take that smoke from Ryland. When were your periods due?”
“The second-to-last week at Imogen’s.”
“That explains why you don’t see anything yet.”
“Yet?” I echo.
“Supernatural pregnancies run faster, Evelyn. Half the time of a human’s.”
He stands, takes my hand, and pulls me up, handin
