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pure anguish contorted her pretty
     features. Her onyx gaze met mine, panicked filled- not light-panic either, but pure,
     raw, undiluted hysteria.
    Tears immediately swelled in those black depths and spilled over her long lashes,
     “Jericho,” she whispered. “I need, Kiran.”
    “Of course,” I quickly agreed. I stood up and deposited Olivia not as gently as I
     probably should have on the long couch.
    She slumped down with a thump against the fabric and immediately let out a groggy,
     “Hey!”
    Eden swayed on her feet, looking utterly confused and disoriented. I ignored Olivia
     and reached for Eden’s arm, steadying her. “What’s wrong, E?”
    “I think,” she started but her trembling chin kept her from continuing. Visibly pulling
     Magic from around the room to strengthen her, the blue smoke instantly pooling at
     her feet, she tried again, “It’s the babies, I feel Magic. But-“
    She stumbled forward, frantic to get to Kiran. I caught her again and a sick feeling
     of something toxic and poisonous filled my stomach. The babies were in danger? How?
    Eden straightened, struggling so hard to pull her shit together, but it was no use.
     She was out of her mind with anxiety- one look at her would make that clear to anyone.
     But then she hurried past Olivia and the entire world seemed to tilt on its axis and
     something ominous and threatening entered an already screwed up world.
    Eden stopped abruptly and swung her gaze to Olivia with a ferocity that reminded me
     of the night we killed Lucan- she was that focused, that determined. She was the Immortal
     Queen in this moment, she was the last Oracle.
    “It’s not the babies,” Eden breathed in an infinitely relieved voice.
    “Eden, what is going on?” I demanded. Her intense gaze on Olivia ignited an instinct
     in me I had never known before, something so primitive, so protective it scared me
     in its ferociousness.
    “Jericho, I felt another Magic in the room.” Eden’s gaze was still fixated intently
     on Liv who was looking back and forth between us like she had woken up in the twilight
     zone. Again…. “It’s faint- barely there. I thought it was… I mean, I assumed it was
     the babies. I’m supposed to feel their Magic any day now.”
    I cleared my throat and deduced, “But you only felt one Magic.”
    “I was worried that maybe one of the babies was in danger,” she confirmed. And then
     she said something insane- completely and totally insane. “But it wasn’t the babies
     I felt.”
    “That’s not possible,” I shook my head and crossed my arms, my stance wide. I loomed
     over Olivia daring Eden to explain her accusation, daring her to just spit it the f out.
    She ripped her focus away from Olivia and met my gaze. Her obsidian eyes were steady
     and confident, if not tinged with a little sadness. “I feel it Jericho. She’s Magic.”
    “That’s not possible,” I repeated, feeling like an incompetent tool.
    “But it’s the truth,” Eden argued.
    Olivia stood up next to me and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Jericho, what is she
     talking about? Who’s Magic?”
    At that moment Kiran burst through the door, a man on a mission- a man who had felt
     his wife in extreme distress not moments before. His eyes darted around the room in
     frantic scrutiny, trying aggressively to ferret out the culprit.
    “I’m fine,” Eden waved him off casually, returning her confused stare to Olivia. “False
     alarm.”
    “What do you mean, ‘ false alarm ?’” Kiran demanded in that pompous British accent.
    Eden’s gaze swung to her husband’s and she softened just a little for him. “I mean,
     I thought something was wrong. But nothing’s wrong,” she shrugged but it quickly turned
     into a cringe, “with me. Nothing’s wrong with me.”
    “Avalon then?” Kiran demanded, his rigid intensity not softening even with Eden’s
     assurances.
    “Oh no, we haven’t-“ Eden cleared her throat and then in a quiet voice