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wouldn't have married you, if I'd known you really looked like that. That is just gross.” Annabelle knew that would hold his attention for a minute so she could get out. He was always so vain about his appearance. Sure enough, he looked down at himself. “What is wrong…” Annabelle swung her leg up and kicked him in the balls, running around him as he crashed to the ground. She yanked on the door as he grabbed her leg, tearing into her skin with his claws. “Marcus!” she screamed out and fell through the open door into the ballroom. The music stopped and a man hissed as Lance and Marcus reached her, but it was too late. Dave was gone. Lance picked her up and hugged her. “What happened, Annabelle?” He looked down at her ankle and growled when he saw the marks. “He was here. Someone get Mother,” he ordered. “We're going to need her now.” He pushed through the crowd. His father strolled into the middle of the room. “The shield has been raised. I need the men to start searching every inch of this place. If he's still here, he won't be able to leave. I want this thing destroyed!” Sandy and Eden walked in between guards as they all moved upstairs to her room. Her leg throbbed and her head was pounding. She curled up closer to Lance and yelped when he laid her down on the bed. “I'm sorry, but Mom needs to heal that leg.” He kissed her forehead and stood beside her. Eden hurried into the room. “I want to know how he got here,” Lance said. “He has to lock onto you physically before he can appear.” “I'm sorry. I didn't know he could do that. He called.” She flinched as Eden flushed out the wound with a mixture of herbs and warm water. “Don't worry about it, baby, you didn't know.” Marcus brushed her hair back. “Okay, so they know she's here, but to attack here…do you really believe they want all-out war? Or is he acting by himself? I think we need to contact Dorph. He can be our go-between. I'm sorry, Dad. It looks like we aren't going to be much help this year.” “It's all taken care of, but what concerns me is the fact that this thing got past our first line of defense. They're not supposed to be able to cross over it. So, if this is true, then someone inside let the shield down,” he snapped and stopped at the foot of the bed, gazing down at Annabelle. “Eden, you're going to have to check her head. She's got a nice goose egg there. Marcus, I'm afraid you might have to convert her tonight. At least if she is one of us, she will have the strength to fight if need be, and the babies will also benefit.” Nicholas frowned down at her. Annabelle lifted her head fast and glared at him. “What are you talking about, babies? No one asked me if I want this conversion.” Her head pounded. “You didn't tell her she's carrying at least twins, maybe triplets?” Nicholas glared at his sons and sighed. “My wife is what we call a doctor in your world, but she can see things with her special gift. She can see your babies and she'll be able to monitor their progress. As for the conversion, you have no choice. A human can't carry our kind. The babies would suck what blood you have in your body, killing you.” Annabelle frowned. “Is that why I can't eat and every time I try, it comes back up? I thought it was strange that I was starting pregnancy symptoms so early. Wait a minute. That's why you were at the door to greet us, wasn't it? They asked you to see if the babies were theirs, didn't they?” She glared at both Marcus and Lance. Eden looked up at her. “How many times have you thrown up, Annabelle? And I would have been there to greet you anyway.” “Twice today and three times yesterday. So much for trust!” she snapped. Eden shook her head. “I'm sorry, Annabelle, but you have to be converted tonight. It seems I was right. There must be at least three babies for you to be affected this early. You need nourishment and so do the babies.” Her stomach knotted and she gulped.