Sabine waved a hand. “I’m not worried. You’re young and healthy, and Brock’s blood transfusions have made all of your labs look normal. But we just want to hear that little heartbeat and make sure all is well.”
I nodded. Had Brock told her I was also a kitsune? Maybe not yet. Now I was nervous. That little heartbeat had better thump or I’d be crushed.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow for the scan,” I promised. “This is only a day trip.”
She nodded, and pointed to the truck keys in my hand. “So can I tell him you’re taking the truck?”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “Is there a tracking device on it?”
She grinned. “Probably.”
I hated that Gran’s letter implicated Brock. I’d just been starting to trust him. Still, Gran mentioned his father, not him, and it sounded like his dead brother was the real asshole. So, maybe he was okay. Hefeltokay. Either way, I was having a baby with him.
“Fine. I’ll take the truck,” I replied.
Pulling out the needle, Sabine wrapped gauze around my inner elbow. With nothing more than a nod, she turned, and started making her way up the hill back to the mansion.
I could still see her retreating form when I received a text.
Brock:Don’t forget to pack your prenatal vitamins. And please eat some breakfast before you leave.
‘Don’t ever let me have sex with a werewolf again,’I growled at Cass.
The fucker just laughed and laughed, but at least he didn’t tell me I told you so. A missed opportunity.
Of course Cass knew that no matter what I said now, this particular wolf was fine enough to motivate me to bend my no-werewolves rule again.
18Witchy Witchy
Cass satin the passenger seat of Brock’s truck, where he was doing his best to pull off a booster seat in style. If anyone had a chance at it, my bestie did with his bright pink fur, bling, and don’t-care attitude.
“You’re wearing your favorite shorts,” I noticed. “You only bring out your rainbow-sequined booty shorts when you want to impress someone.”
He shrugged. “We’re going someplace new. I have no idea what kind of saucy minxes I might meet. I dressed to impress.” He smoothed the fur along his arms and legs, and smiled his signature mack-daddy smile—the one all the fae chicks fell for... somehow.
I chuckled, threw the car into gear, and headed out on our three-hour journey.
“What do you think about this gate to the underworld?” I asked my partner, and our new apprentice. Molly was in the back seat, excited to be out on her first “mission.”
“Well, there’s definitely an underworld,” Cass answered. “I’ve never heard of a gate though. I never thought to ask how my ancestors ended up here. But demon imps are from the underworld.”
“Oh my gosh,” Molly whispered like she was having an orgasm in the back seat. “You’re from the underworld?”
‘Maybe we were wrong about taking her on as an apprentice,’Cass sent to me.‘She’s a bit over the top.’
‘So are you,’I retorted.
‘Yeah, but I do over-the-top with a cool all my own.’
There’s no way I could deny that. There was no one else like Cass. I didn’t think the planet could handle another one.
“Cass…?” Molly prodded.
“My kind is from the underworld, but I’m not. I was born in Philly.”
Molly’s purple head bobbed up and down so excitedly, that it was making me dizzy as I looked at her through the rearview mirror. “But demon imps are from there? What other things are down there?”
Neither Cass nor I jumped to answer that particular question. Ever since the supernaturals invaded the human world, they started to procreate here. Now supes were a normal part of society. No one even remembered how supernaturals got here, but rumor was that there were many worlds. Still, demons, even sweet imps like Cass, were from the underworld.
