"The baby is becoming stronger", Phelan said. "I've never had experience with a half-blood child before, but from what we've seen, it could perform serious damage while still in the womb". The others were standing around the room silently, like the points of a hexagon.
Alec raked a strong hand through his dark hair and finally spoke, "Like, kill her?"
"Possibly", Phelan admitted in a whispering voice.
Austin entwined his fingers with Demitrique's, feeling as sick and exhausted as he knew she must be. "You have to feed, Austin", Anastasia said suddenly, much to his surprise. He wasn't sure if she was actually considering his feelings or just wanted him away from the baby, but she was right. He hadn't fed for a long time now, and it was beginning to take effect.
"I'm not leaving Demitrique", he argued. How might he feel if something happened while he was out?
"You're starving, honey", Fawn said, and he realized it must be more obvious than he thought.
No, he couldn't leave Demitrique ... he would be fine for a little longer.