now and then.
She was starting to gain some of her energy back, now that she was no longer vomiting all over the place. Still, she found it hard to go all day without at least taking a break. Right now, she felt well enough to keep going.
She turned the page and started working on the next few lines. It wasn’t particularly hard to do, which was odd. The witches who had written the book were a sadistic bunch of bitches, in her opinion. Most of the quatrains, lines, and passages took her forever to get through.
As Phoebe read over the passage she had just translated, something cold danced over her nerve endings. She blinked, but it still read the same.
“That can’t be right,” she murmured. Fear was already settling in her heart.
She translated it twice more and found that it didn’t change one bit.
Once the quest is started
There is no turning back
While the lives of the five will always be safe
Failure’s penance is the lives of the ones they hold dear.
“Phoebe, are you all right?” Anice asked.
She looked up from her desk in surprise. She had been so focused on translating that she hadn’t realized Anice had come into the office.
“Y-yes. I just need to step away from the desk.”
She shut the diary and her book where she worked on the translations. She didn’t need Anice to see what she had just worked out. Phoebe knew without a doubt, Anice would tell Callum. Phoebe needed a way to break the news to her husband. Oh, and to Angus. This was not going to be easy.
She rose but wobbled when the room started to spin.
“Oy,” Anice said, as she grabbed Phoebe. “Come on over to the sofa here and lay down.”
“I’m not an invalid.”
“No, but you are pregnant and you need rest.”
Anice helped her sit down, then made her lay all the way down. Anice sat on the trunk in front of the sofa. Her brows drew down as her frown turned darker.
“You cannot get sick. None of us will be able to handle it. And, I don’t want to deal with Callum if you have complications.”
If she only knew, Anice would go mental. Bloody hell, she was ready to go a little crazy at the moment. What the hell was she going to tell the Clan? They would all freak out a little, and for Angus and Callum…it would be worse. Maggie wasn’t pregnant yet, but both she and Angus had not been shy about their desire for more children.
“What?” Anice asked.
Phoebe looked at Anice, who was frowning at her.
“What, what?” she asked.
“There was a look on your face. Something that looked bad.”
Phoebe shook her head, doing her best to look dismissive. “You’re imagining things.”
Anice crossed her arms beneath her breasts and gave her a hard stare. Damn Scot. Phoebe was always surrounded by the whole bloody lot of them, and they all had an opinion. On top of that, they rarely kept those opinions to themselves.
“No, you definitely had a look.”
She had to think fast. Anice wasn’t stupid and probably the sharpest one of the bunch. It wasn’t going to be easy to fool the youngest McLennan.
Phoebe sent an apology to the heavens as she lied. She set her hand on her abdomen and did her best to look sincere.
“Well, if you must know, I’m worried about the pregnancy. About the baby and what a world will be like for the child of an immortal. But I can’t actually ask my doctor about that.”
Anice sighed and nodded. Her frown dissolved. “I can understand that. I was worried you’d read something in the diary that made you worry.”
Ashamed she had to lie, Phoebe shook her head. She hated that, hated lying. From the moment she had realized what the Clan actually was, Callum and she had a strict rule of no lies. Now she was going to have to fib at least for a little while.
“So, what did you come to see me about?”
Anice shook her head. “No. You need to rest. It was trivial.”
“No. It
She was starting to gain some of her energy back, now that she was no longer vomiting all over the place. Still, she found it hard to go all day without at least taking a break. Right now, she felt well enough to keep going.
She turned the page and started working on the next few lines. It wasn’t particularly hard to do, which was odd. The witches who had written the book were a sadistic bunch of bitches, in her opinion. Most of the quatrains, lines, and passages took her forever to get through.
As Phoebe read over the passage she had just translated, something cold danced over her nerve endings. She blinked, but it still read the same.
“That can’t be right,” she murmured. Fear was already settling in her heart.
She translated it twice more and found that it didn’t change one bit.
Once the quest is started
There is no turning back
While the lives of the five will always be safe
Failure’s penance is the lives of the ones they hold dear.
“Phoebe, are you all right?” Anice asked.
She looked up from her desk in surprise. She had been so focused on translating that she hadn’t realized Anice had come into the office.
“Y-yes. I just need to step away from the desk.”
She shut the diary and her book where she worked on the translations. She didn’t need Anice to see what she had just worked out. Phoebe knew without a doubt, Anice would tell Callum. Phoebe needed a way to break the news to her husband. Oh, and to Angus. This was not going to be easy.
She rose but wobbled when the room started to spin.
“Oy,” Anice said, as she grabbed Phoebe. “Come on over to the sofa here and lay down.”
“I’m not an invalid.”
“No, but you are pregnant and you need rest.”
Anice helped her sit down, then made her lay all the way down. Anice sat on the trunk in front of the sofa. Her brows drew down as her frown turned darker.
“You cannot get sick. None of us will be able to handle it. And, I don’t want to deal with Callum if you have complications.”
If she only knew, Anice would go mental. Bloody hell, she was ready to go a little crazy at the moment. What the hell was she going to tell the Clan? They would all freak out a little, and for Angus and Callum…it would be worse. Maggie wasn’t pregnant yet, but both she and Angus had not been shy about their desire for more children.
“What?” Anice asked.
Phoebe looked at Anice, who was frowning at her.
“What, what?” she asked.
“There was a look on your face. Something that looked bad.”
Phoebe shook her head, doing her best to look dismissive. “You’re imagining things.”
Anice crossed her arms beneath her breasts and gave her a hard stare. Damn Scot. Phoebe was always surrounded by the whole bloody lot of them, and they all had an opinion. On top of that, they rarely kept those opinions to themselves.
“No, you definitely had a look.”
She had to think fast. Anice wasn’t stupid and probably the sharpest one of the bunch. It wasn’t going to be easy to fool the youngest McLennan.
Phoebe sent an apology to the heavens as she lied. She set her hand on her abdomen and did her best to look sincere.
“Well, if you must know, I’m worried about the pregnancy. About the baby and what a world will be like for the child of an immortal. But I can’t actually ask my doctor about that.”
Anice sighed and nodded. Her frown dissolved. “I can understand that. I was worried you’d read something in the diary that made you worry.”
Ashamed she had to lie, Phoebe shook her head. She hated that, hated lying. From the moment she had realized what the Clan actually was, Callum and she had a strict rule of no lies. Now she was going to have to fib at least for a little while.
“So, what did you come to see me about?”
Anice shook her head. “No. You need to rest. It was trivial.”
“No. It
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