Celine had worked me like a machine throughout the night. Even though I tried to use my pregnancy as an excuse, the doctor and Doma reassured Celine that I was much stronger than that.
Apparently I'm strong enough to endure hours of torture but I'm not strong enough to endure transform with a baby in my womb.
Thinking on this annoys me, and it annoys me still that I won't be able to transform for a very very long time. Though this is more an enough reason to make me spiteful, the thought of finding Darius in three days time soothes me.
We'll finally free him of his torture, then…then I'll get answers as to why he wanted to terminate my baby.
Pulling my thoughts from this, I focus on the Instincts Celine had forced onto me…at least I try to think, but my aching body along with the hunger roaring in my stomach doesn't help matters.
