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 not strong enough to endure transforming with a baby in my womb.
Thinking about this annoys me, and it annoys me even more that I won't be able to transform for a very, very long time. Though it's more than enough reason to make me spiteful, the thought of finding Darius in three days soothes me.
We'll finally free him of his torture, and then… then I'll get answers as to why he wanted to terminate my baby.
Pulling my thoughts away from that, I focus on the Instincts Celine forced onto me… at least, I try to. But my aching body, along with the hunger roaring in my stomach, doesn't help matters.
I turn my gaze to Iris, who now shares my bed since Doma took hers. She's fast asleep.
