“To create this, Eunice basically fooled the blood into believing it wasn’t a Roberts. It made the curse invert on the man and twisted the power grab. But it was only meant to be used once, and then everything that was set into motion was to return.”
“But Eloise intervened,” Dave said.
I nodded. “This shows how she took the blood in her veins and separated it, creating what amounts to a separate bloodline. But it would only hold for one child before reverting back.”
Hudson folded his arms and leaned back. “Does that mean you aren’t a Roberts until you have a child?”
I met Liz’s steady gaze. “We can check.”
She nodded. “We can, but I have a theory that because you didn’t drain your father’s power, you were never a separate line.”
“What about you?” I wondered.
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Perhaps accepting the elemental power reconnected me.”
“Does anyone else need a diagram?” Sebastian grumbled.
“Can we use this?” Hudson asked.
“Yes,” I said with a smile. “First things first though, Principal. How do you feel about dancing under the light of the solstice moon?”
“I am struggling to make the connection, but I am sure it will be entertaining,” Dave said with a side glance at Hudson.
Liz patted his arm. “Luckily for you, you’ll be learning together.”
I smothered a laugh when Dave’s face slackened.
“I get a pass?” Sebastian said.
“Not a chance, vampire,” Hudson growled.
A thud sounded above our heads, followed by an honest to God growl. I pinched the bridge of my nose and prepared myself for the new TripAdvisor reviews. If the growling didn’t finish us off, the actions of a bunch of high elementals during solstice would. I should just rebrand now.
Cora Roberts—Mistress of the weird, the wonderful, and the wild naked folks.
CHAPTER TEN
Brown is not my color.
The bones in my hand creaked as Mrs. Charlotte Morris bore down as instructed.
“I can’t do this,” she cried out as she entered the final phase of the birthing process. “I want an epidural.”
They all did. But this was the point of no return. “You’ve got this, Mrs. Morris. Do what your body was made to do.”
“Charlotte,” she snapped. “Call me Charlotte. You’ve had your hand in my vagina four times this morning. And for the record, no body is made to squeeze a melon out of a lemon-sized hole.”
Charlotte, a heavily pregnant and overdue fox shifter going through her first birth, moved into a crouch on her bed to allow gravity to help the situation along.
“Fine, Charlotte. This part is always the scariest, but it is also the quickest. In just a few minutes, you are going to meet your daughter, and all of this will have been worth it. Do you want Mike to take over here so I can check on your progress?”
She flickered her gaze at her mate. “I want him dead.”
Mike paled. Impressive given he’d lost his breakfast already and had taken to performing a great impression of a wax statue in the corner of the room. “I think I hear my mother calling.”
“Then go, you selfish prick,” Charlotte snarled.
I shook my head at him.Don’t go, you idiot.One, I needed someone here to hold her arms so I could deliver their firstborn safely into the world, and two, she would never forgive him if he actually left.
