‘I’m sorry Sara. I’ve failed you,’ Damien’s voice was weakening.
“I will do it if you don’t kill: Damien, Samuel, Thomas, Sienna, James or Ella,” [Sara] said making a bold, brave move. She was scared to admit her pregnancy, but only a big thing could change this.
“Ella?” Lucinda walked over to her. She flipped her wrist at the Sorcerer to release her.
Sara thought it was Argon that was holding her.
“Is she?” she asked the Sorcerer. “Are you?” She glared at Sara. “How did I not know?” she growled and looked at Damien.
“I cast a protection spell as soon as I found out,” he squeaked out.
Sara gasped and whipped her head to look at him.
“Well, well, well.” Lucinda smiled. “You didn’t even tell the mother? No doubt Thomas would’ve said no. If he was bound how could he have?” she grumbled again.
“I told him I was pregnant, well indirectly, the day I went to get the paper signed,” Sara explained. “He said I kept touching my stomach. So I was cautious not to do that. Please release Damien, he was only trying to protect her, me. Aren’t we valuable assets?” Lucinda looked at Sara hard and waved the Sorcerer off.
Sara ran to him choking on the floor.
He slipped the book into her hands. It remained cloaked.
‘Sam, do you love me?’ She didn’t look at him behind her.
‘Sara, how is this possible?’ Samuel asked.
‘Just take a step back when I stand.’ She told him. ‘Damien, don’t move.’ She set the book back into his hands.
‘But?’ Damien went to protest.
“You alright?” she asked, hugging Damien during the exchange and she felt Sam’s anger. ‘Steady Sam,’ she warned.
She stood, but as she did, Sam bound her hands. Sara looked at him. Betrayal stabbed deeply in her soul. A tear ran down her cheek. All she wanted was for this terrible dream to be over. A dream! Could this be a dream? She closed her eyes.
‘Sam, you’ve betrayed me and my children; if I die because you chose the wrong side who is going to raise them. They’ve poisoned Thomas. I can’t even look at you.’ She kept them closed.
Her anger began to grow. Heat built within her core, as she heard James’ cries, as she thought about Thomas’ unconscious body, her sister—her last family from The Before World in peril as well. All because of her tattoo, because of her powers. Her fists clenched hard behind her and her eyes squeezed tighter. Her stomach churned in tormented pain and anger.
‘Sara!’ Damien’s voice came into her head. ‘Sara, what are you doing?’
Sara heard a gasp.
Ageatha screamed, “Oh my God! Look at the moon it’s turning blood red! Is she doing that Argon?”
‘Notice who she called for, Sam, not you, she doesn’t love you. She was using you.” Sara’s words were like vipers stinging him hard. And as she opened her eyes even Lucinda looked frightened and stumbled back, away from Sara.