“It’s like having a damn dog!” I threw off the blankets and started to stand, yelping when Ethan pinched my ass. “Hey!” I glared at him. He chuckled, winking at me.
Throwing on my robe, I hurried into the kitchen, seeing my mother hovering over a pile of trash. Somehow, Taco had managed to tip the whole thing over. There was some leftover food, but it was now burnt.
Then it dawned on me. He was hungry! I forgot to feed the poor guy, so he went in search of food. What kind of dragon owner did that make me? I quickly cleaned it up, glad that none of it was too nasty, then washed my hands, ignoring my mother as she shook her head at me.
Feeling guilty, I went to look for him. I found him in the spare bedroom, watching TV, a piece of meat in his claws. He looked up as I walked in, then turned back to the TV, essentially ignoring me.
“I’m sorry I forgot to feed you,” I told him.
He bit into the piece of meat and chewed. When I glanced to see what he was watching, I smirked.
Soaps? Really?
He shoved the rest of the food into his mouth, flew over to the pillow and lay on his back, as if chilling. Shrugging, I left him alone, thinking he might just need some time to himself to get over his anger. Maybe he didn’t like the fact Mary had pawned him off. Well, I just hoped he got over it quickly...before he burned down the whole house.
I ambled into the kitchen and leaned against the island, glaring at my mother. “You’re interrupting.”
She waved her hands around, dismissing me. “The Ancestors are determined to do something about Drake. Don’t be surprised if they call your Mage in to take care of it.” She leaned in. “He’ll need to do as they ask, Sophie.”
Fear clenched my heart. “You’d kill Drake?” I whispered.
My mother nodded. “It has to be done. There is no saving Drake now. He is beyond hope. If what I saw of him today is any indication, he’s barely holding on. He’s trying to pretend nothing is wrong, but he’s on edge and has killed a few of his employees. The outbursts are frequent and a lot of people are talking.” She shook her head, frowning. This was probably one of the few times my mother had ever been serious during one of our conversations.
“How long have you been watching him?” I asked, opening the fridge to grab the orange juice. I took a glass from the cabinet, turning to see Ethan heading in our direction. He would be interested to learn what has been happening.
“A couple days. When I heard chatter amongst the dead Witches about the Head Vampire being possessed, I had to check it out for myself. Last I heard, the demon was gone, but then Merlin told me the demon is strong enough to hide within the body, undetected.”
“So Carlos wouldn’t have been able to sense him?” Ethan asked, coming into the conversation. When his scent wafted in my direction, I felt my body tingle. What was with my hormones? We were having a serious conversation, yet I wanted sex again?
Feeling hot, I started to fan myself and took a gulp of my juice. My mother stared at me, brows furrowed. Then she grinned.
“You’re pregnant.”
Spitting out my juice, choking on it, I set the glass down on the island, coughing. After I was able to breathe again, I cleared my throat and looked at her. “You’re...fucking...insane!”
“No, I can tell. I sense it.” She floated over to me, hand stretched toward my stomach.
Freaked out, I moved away from her, pulling Ethan in front of me, as if it would prevent my mother from getting close. When I glanced at his face, he appeared to be in shock. Shit. Pregnancy was the last thing either one of us wanted to think about. At least in my case. A mini Sophie would be a huge fucking problem.
Ethan reached around and grasped my arm, pulling me in front of him. I shrieked, knowing I was being ridiculous, but if I let her near me, it would just confirm everything she said.
My mother rested her ghostly hand over my stomach and nodded eagerly. She was enjoying this far too much. Had she been a physical being, I would have pushed her away from me. Instead, I stood there, helpless, Ethan’s grip on my arms holding me in place.
“Yup. Twins!”
“How could you possibly know?” I demanded.
“We ghosts know everything, dear.”
“I think you’re psycho. Been indulging in the ‘ghost juice’ too much,” I hissed. Maybe I was in denial, but it could not possibly be true. It would be so like her to pull a prank on me. But this was huge! More than huge! A big fucking deal.
“Calm down, Sophie. We’ll get through this,” Ethan said softly.
“You should be happy! The prophecy is coming true!” I jerked away from him, pacing as I tried to calm my racing heart.
Suddenly, something slapped me across the face. I yelped, placing a hand on my cheek. My mother stood in front of me, glaring.
“You hit me! How the fuck did you do that?”
“Watch your mouth! This is big news, and you should be happy. Not acting like a lunatic,” she snapped, hands on her hips.
Dear gods, I need alcohol. I glanced over at a bottle of wine.
Ethan saw what I was looking at, so he stepped in front of it, crossing his arms. “No, Sophie.”
I pouted. “They say you can have a glass of wine.”
“We’re not going there,” he replied, a determined expression on his face.
I sighed dramatically and leaned against the wall, sliding down to the floor, my face in my hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I felt Ethan put a hand on
