Yes?" Came the thin and reedy voice.
I winced as I pushed the door open. Beth sounded terrible. And when I got an eyeful of her, she looked just as bad. Sitting up against the headboard with a mountain of blankets piled around her, she had dark circles under her eyes. Her pale, waiflike features were sharp, and her hair was an unwashed, tangled mess. I tried not to breathe too deeply, because the room smelled of vomit and sweat.
I halted at the bed, shocked to my core. "Are you sick?"
Her unfocused gaze drifted away from me, landing on the door to the adjoined bathroom, it didn't make sense. Hybrids-we couldn't get sick. Not the common cold or the most dangerous cancer. Like the Luxen, we were immune to everything out there in terms of disease, but Beth? Yeah, she wasn't looking too good.
A great sense of unease blossomed in my belly, stiffening my muscles. "Beth?"
Her watery stare finally drifted to me. "Is Dawson back yet?"
My heart turned over heavily, almost painfully. The two of them have been through so much, more than Daemon and I had, and this . . . God, this wasn't fair. "No, he's not back yet, but you? You look sick."
She raised a slim, pale hand to her throat. "I'm not feeling very well."
I didn't know how bad this was, and I was almost afraid to find out. "What's wrong?"
One shoulder rose, and it looked like it had taken great effort. "You shouldn't be worried," she said, her voice low as she picked at the hem of a blanket. "It's not a big deal. I'll be okay once Dawson comes back." Her gaze floated off again, and as she dropped the edge of the blanket, she reached down, put her hand over her blanket-covered belly, and said, "We'll be okay once Dawson comes back."
"We'll be . . . ?" I trailed off as my eyes widened. My jaw came unhinged and dropped as I gaped at her.
I stared at where her hand was and watched in dawned horror as she rubbed her belly in slow, steady circles.
Oh no. oh, hell to the no to the tenth power.
I started forward and then stopped. "Beth, are you . . . are you pregnant?
I winced as I pushed the door open. Beth sounded terrible. And when I got an eyeful of her, she looked just as bad. Sitting up against the headboard with a mountain of blankets piled around her, she had dark circles under her eyes. Her pale, waiflike features were sharp, and her hair was an unwashed, tangled mess. I tried not to breathe too deeply, because the room smelled of vomit and sweat.
I halted at the bed, shocked to my core. "Are you sick?"
Her unfocused gaze drifted away from me, landing on the door to the adjoined bathroom, it didn't make sense. Hybrids-we couldn't get sick. Not the common cold or the most dangerous cancer. Like the Luxen, we were immune to everything out there in terms of disease, but Beth? Yeah, she wasn't looking too good.
A great sense of unease blossomed in my belly, stiffening my muscles. "Beth?"
Her watery stare finally drifted to me. "Is Dawson back yet?"
My heart turned over heavily, almost painfully. The two of them have been through so much, more than Daemon and I had, and this . . . God, this wasn't fair. "No, he's not back yet, but you? You look sick."
She raised a slim, pale hand to her throat. "I'm not feeling very well."
I didn't know how bad this was, and I was almost afraid to find out. "What's wrong?"
One shoulder rose, and it looked like it had taken great effort. "You shouldn't be worried," she said, her voice low as she picked at the hem of a blanket. "It's not a big deal. I'll be okay once Dawson comes back." Her gaze floated off again, and as she dropped the edge of the blanket, she reached down, put her hand over her blanket-covered belly, and said, "We'll be okay once Dawson comes back."
"We'll be . . . ?" I trailed off as my eyes widened. My jaw came unhinged and dropped as I gaped at her.
I stared at where her hand was and watched in dawned horror as she rubbed her belly in slow, steady circles.
Oh no. oh, hell to the no to the tenth power.
I started forward and then stopped. "Beth, are you . . . are you pregnant?
( Jennifer L. Armentrout )
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