Sable

My blood runs cold as Cleo’s words wash over me.

I want to deny it, to call her a liar. I want her to be making this up just to get the upper hand.

But she’s not.

I know it.

Where her magic is wrapped around my torso, I can feel it delving deep inside me through the connection we share. And I can feel the truth. My hands automatically go to my belly where the little life seems to glow like a tiny star beneath Cleo’s pulsing, evil magic.

Whether I’m in my astral form or not, that little life is still with me. And if Cleo kills...