No matter what Shelby did, she could not shake free of the invisible hold on her.
Like a slow-motion scene from a nightmare, she watched the deadly liquid drift toward her parted lips.
'It's over!'
It shimmered ominously under the light, a harbinger of doom for both her and the unborn child she so desperately wished to protect.
'IAN!!!!! I- I'm s-oorry….'
Helplessness. Frustration. These emotions wrapped around Shelby like a suffocating shroud, especially after the cruel loss of that intoxicating surge of power. Shelby had no time to regret the loss… for she did not understand its origin, and she did not have time to contemplate that.
She had tasted that power, wielded it for the briefest moment….and now, when she needed it most, it was gone. It was never hers, to begin with, but that did not stop the wish … the wish that if she had it, she would do away with all of them!
