Decker was gone, but she wasn’t about to leave her safe spot and risk him suddenly returning. After all, Bartholomew could hide her from his Dark magic, not make her invisible. The discomfort of her pregnancy was worse today; there was actual pain stemming from somewhere inside her. She had half a mind to go to the hospital, but doing so put her – and their plan – at risk. You failed again, Dawn, Bartholomew said. “I didn’t fail,” she muttered. You didn’t catch or kill Morgan, and your brother turned you in to Decker. Tell me how that’s not failing. She didn’t have a response. Her head was throbbing, and she felt less well than usual. I can make this right. She pressed her forehead to the cool wall beside her, exhausted and upset. “So I misjudged a few things. Kinda hard to think when you’re about to pop.” All the more reason why I need to be in charge. At the moment, it sounded like a good idea. She’d have to manipulate someone else so she had a place to sleep this night, and she didn’t even feel up to that.
