Olivia
When Nathan finished telling me his story, I felt as though the walls were caving in on me.
I stared at Nathan, my eyes wide with disbelief. “Let me get this straight,” I said, my voice edged with a tremor that couldn’t be denied. “If we kill this witch, our unborn child will die? Is that what you’re telling me?”
Nathan ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. I don’t know how she’d do it, but I have to believe that she wasn’t bluffing.”
My blood ran cold at the thought of this. Just as I had suspected, this pregnancy was the ‘gift’ that the witch had been referring to. And, also as I had suspected, she was using it against us as leverage to get what she wanted: Aurora.
“So what, we're just supposed to let her go? Leave her to
