"They went in early this morning. He should be out of surgery in an hour. He"s going to need time to heal up, though. He"ll be in the hospital for a while-a couple weeks at least."

I pressed my hands to my lips. Two surgeries in two days. Two too many. "Terrance is going to pay for this."

"By the way, we took you to the FH-CSI medical unit last night. You and your baby are fine, so no worries there." Camille leaned over my shoulder and gave me a hug. "We decided not to wake you out of the trance that Menolly put you in. You were in shock and desperately needed rest. Sharah says the baby is fine, and she countered the waterweed in your system. It really shouldn"t be used by pregnant women, but she doesn"t think any damage was done."

I blinked back tears. "Thank you," I whispered, not wanting to think about the past twenty-four hours. "What about Terrance?"

"He and his men are still out there," Smoky said from the head of the table. "I had to drop him for fear he might hurt you."

"Is it true? Camille told us that Terrance claims you"re heir to a throne?" Delilah asked.

I shrugged. "I suppose so. I don"t think Terrance would have bothered chasing me through all these years and over all those miles without some ulterior motive like that.

He"s always been a control freak, grasping for power. And I"m the key to that power."

A sudden chill washed over me. "If we don"t find him, I"ll never be able to stop looking over my shoulder. My daughter will be in danger; Mitch will be in danger, because Terrance will never, ever stop. He"ll come back, again and again, until I kill him or he kills me. I won"t let him take me back as the key to enslave my mother"s people."

The eggs and toast were threatening to pay a return visit, but Camille brushed my hair back and gently ran her hand over my forehead, and my nausea began to subside. Her skin was cool against the heat flaring on my face.

"Everything will be okay." She gently rubbed my neck, easing the knots that had built up.

"We"re here to help. We won"t let him hurt you."

I glanced up in time to see Delilah frown at her.

"I won"t hold you to that. I won"t hold anybody to a promise like that. But I thank you.

For being here. For putting yourselves on the line. So..." I sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Time to pull myself out of the mire and face reality. "What do we- I- do next?"

"Terrance isn"t stupid. What"s the one way he could break your spirit, besides harming your daughter?" Smoky leaned across the table, and gently took my hand, his fingers light on my wrist. I stared at his hands. They were strong but unblemished, so far from the taloned claws they"d been the night before, and yet-and yet I could feel the nature of the dragon emanating from every pore.

"I say this not to frighten you," he continued, "but because I understand opportunistic males. I understand those who grasp and yearn for something or someone they do not possess. I grew up around them. If we can identify your vulnerabilities, then we"ve identified the potential targets on whom your enemy will set his sights."

I slowly raised my eyes to meet his. "You know what my one vulnerability is, besides my child. Mitch. Mitch is my life, my love. I fell in love with him the first moment I met him, and when we thought the Pod would separate us because I couldn"t bear a child, I was about to go mad with grief. He means the world to me. I chose him for my mate, and I can"t imagine giving him up without a fight."

"Then we haul a.s.s to the hospital," Camille said as Smoky quietly nodded and let go of my hands. "Because you know d.a.m.ned well Terrance is going to be down there, looking to finish what he started. He"s not going to wait for us."

As I hustled back to the bedroom to change and make a quick call to work to let them know that Mitch had been hurt and I wouldn"t be in, I stopped to pick up a picture on the nightstand.

Mitch and me, standing at the edge of the Pacific over in Ocean Sh.o.r.es. The dunes were shifting with the wind that day as the waves rolled in to crash along the beach. That was the day when everything fell into place. That was the day when I told him we could finally plan on being together forever.

Mitch was flying a kite, laughing as he ran. The kite-a chimera-had taken him four weeks to build and now the winds tossed it around like so much wrapping paper. But he was having fun, and I was videotaping him, waiting for just the right moment to tell him my news.

He came racing up to me, and dropped in the sand, slowly beginning to reel in the kite as the stiff breeze dropped and the sun began to warm up the chilled air. I opened the basket and spread out our picnic-thick tuna sandwiches, freshly sliced cuc.u.mbers, potato chips and pickles, and a cherry pie.

"What, no wine?" Mitch anch.o.r.ed the kite so it wouldn"t blow away. He leaned back in the sand, shading his eyes as he stared out at the ocean. "Shall we go swimming later?"

He pointed to his pack. "I brought my suit; did you bring yours?"

I nodded softly and handed him a paper plate with one of the sandwiches on it. "Yes, as long as n.o.body sees us change. But eat first. And no, I didn"t bring any wine. I did bring sparkling cider. I just felt... I don"t feel like alcohol right now, you know?"

With a shrug, he accepted the plate and piled it high with chips and cuc.u.mbers. "Not a problem. But you brought cookies, right?"

The hopeful note in his voice made me laugh. Mitch was a sucker for anything with peanut b.u.t.ter. "Yes, I brought some fresh peanut b.u.t.ter cookies along with the pie.

They"re in the cooler."

We ate slowly, listening to the mournful call of the gulls as they swirled around our heads. Seabirds knew we weren"t human; they could sense our connection to the Ocean Mother and they flocked to our side, waiting for us to recognize them as allies, as compatriots. I"d never figured out the connection, but it didn"t matter. We liked the gulls and they liked us.

I pulled out a spare loaf of bread and began tearing it up, tossing the chunks to the birds, who immediately swarmed the crumbs, ignoring all sense of propriety.

Mitch laughed and sat up. "They sure like people." "No, they like food," I said, closing my eyes against the warmth of the sun as it played along my face, kissing me softly with its rays. "Mitch, I have some news-and I want you to really listen to me."

He dropped the book he"d picked up and turned to me, wrapping his arms around his knees as he brought them to his chest. "What is it, love?"

I took a deep breath. This was it. Make or break time. "You know how the Pod keeps trying to break us up since I can"t get pregnant?"

"Oh G.o.ds," he said, groaning. "Not again-what have they done now?"

With a soft smile, I said, "Nothing."

"Then what?"

"They can"t touch us now. I"m pregnant. I found out yesterday-Sharah checked me out and-"

I couldn"t get another word out because Mitch tossed his plate away and leapt up, pulling me to my feet. He danced me around, covering my face with kisses. His lips were soft against my skin and I melted into his embrace, listening to his giddy laughter.

"My Siobhan, my love, is it true? You"re sure?" He pushed me away, to arm"s length, holding me by the shoulders and staring into my eyes. He looked afraid, as if I might suddenly tell him it was all a joke.

"I"d never lie about something like this, not even in jest. It"s true. I"m pregnant, and I"m going to have a little girl. I"m only a couple months along, but Sharah said the pregnancy has taken hold, and everything"s going along just fine." I started to cry. "Now they can"t take you away from me. The Pod can"t tell you to leave me and take a new lover."

He stopped then, and tipped my chin up to gaze at me. "Siobhan, I don"t care what the Pod says. Either way. I"d leave them before I"d give you up. I thought you knew that.

You"re my soul mate, my love."

Sniffling-whether it was the way he said it, or the hormones, I wasn"t sure-I nodded and wiped my nose on a paper towel. "I know... I know you said that but when push comes to shove..."

"When push comes to shove, I shove back. I"m thrilled you"re pregnant. I wanted this, too, but I want you most of all. And nothing would make me leave if you were truly infertile. Not the Pod, not my parents, not the Ocean Mother herself."

And then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. "I was waiting to show you this-to see if we"d have to run away from the Pod first. But now there"s nothing they can do to stop me. Siobhan Morgan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and mate?"

As he opened the box, an emerald-cut aquamarine inset in platinum shimmered under the sun. Seafoam trapped in a crystal. I gasped as he slid it onto my finger. "Please, please say yes."

"You know the answer to that already, Mitch.e.l.l Childs. You know the answer." And then, with no one else on the beach, he laid me down on the blanket and made love to me by the ocean"s side.

"Siobhan? Siobhan? Are you ready?"

I glanced up to find Camille standing at my door, hesitantly peeking in. I was dressed, but had been lost in the memory of that day. Mitch, my life and soul, who would have left his family and home for me. Mitch, who would have given up being a parent because he loved me so much. And now he was lying in a hospital bed, in danger because of a cruel and vicious man from my past.

"I"m ready," I said, gathering my purse and keys. I checked to make sure the stove was off and slid on a warm jacket. "Let"s go find Terrance. I don"t want the sun to set again while he"s still alive."

Camille gave me the thumbs up. "You"ve got it, babe. You"ve got it."

6.

We drove to the hospital in two cars. I went with Camille and Smoky in Camille"s Lexus, while Delilah and Iris went together in Delilah"s Jeep. I was wearing a pair of maternity jeans and a loose top, so at least I could move if I had to. I wasn"t at the waddling stage yet, but I was starting to show and my regular clothes were all a little too snug for comfort now.

As the buildings pa.s.sed by in a blur, I sucked in a deep breath. Amazing what sorrow twenty-four hours could bring. Amazing what panic a phone call could presage. The thought of trying to hide in today"s world was terrifying. In 1907, I blended into the crowd and vanished. That luxury didn"t exist today. I had to stay close to the coastlines, which cut out a lot of hiding places.

The day was overcast as usual, but the sun was trying to break through and I regarded it with suspicion. Right now I wanted the cloud cover and the fog, anything to make me feel less exposed.

"So what, we just watch Mitch?" I finally asked.

"No, we slip a webcam in his room and the rest of us watch from another part of the hospital while you stay with him, making for two tempting targets in one place. Either we can set it up or Chase can, your choice." Camille swerved to avoid the remnants of a tire on the road and smoothly shifted lanes to take the next exit, which would lead us to the hospital.

"Not Chase. He"d try to take Terrance into custody. And I don"t want Terrance in custody." I glanced at the back of her head, and she looked at me through the rearview mirror. "We do this ourselves, if you"re still willing."

Camille nodded. Another ten minutes and we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.

She turned around in her seat. "Listen, Delilah is going to install the webcam, but she"ll be coming in dressed as a nurse. Terrance would probably recognize me, and there"s no way anybody could overlook Smoky, so we"re going to sneak in a different way."

She didn"t say just how they were planning on doing so, and I had the feeling it was on a need to know basis.

I nodded. "What about me?"

"You go in, in plain sight. You head to Mitch"s room and you sit with him. If anybody else is in there-from the Pod or his parents-somehow, you encourage them to leave.

Delilah will be in shortly but don"t act like you know her."

Camille let out a long sigh. "Terrance will probably strike during the night, and probably soon, since he knows we"re onto him. We need the hospital to agree to let you stay with Mitch. Being his fiancee, that shouldn"t be too hard for you to arrange. Tell them that last night, you were too distraught over his injuries and your doctor made you stay home, but that you can"t stand being away from him tonight."

I slipped out of the car and grabbed my purse. As I swung the door shut, I whispered a quick, "Thank you. For everything."

They waved me off and I headed toward the hospital.

I didn"t have much trouble convincing the nurses and Mitch"s Otherworld doctor that I needed to stay with him. In fact, his doctor thought it would be a good idea.

"The surgery on his arm went just fine, but at this point, we still don"t know how much use he"ll recover. The bone was shattered and his arm is full of pins. To be honest, I haven"t the faintest idea of how that will affect him when he shifts into selkie form. For now, he needs your comfort and support."

The elfin doctor flipped through Mitch"s chart as he walked us into the room, his footsteps making no noise on the sparkling linoleum. "He"s still very groggy from the pain medication and surgery, but he"ll know you"re here. He seemed disturbed last night, as if he was afraid of something."

I frowned, glancing around. We were on the third floor, but that didn"t preclude Terrance using some supernatural way to climb up the outside wall. Most likely, though, Mitch was just afraid that Terry would hurt me. If he"d picked up on the fact that I was the Finfolk"s target, and he knew he couldn"t do anything about it, he would be terrified and feeling helpless. And a helpless man made for an angry man.

I hurried over to Mitch"s side. His arm and both legs were in casts-the kind where they could be removed to change the dressings and examine the injuries. Mitch blinked, looking up at me through glazed eyes. He was drugged, all right. I took his hand and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"It"s okay," I whispered. "Everything"s going to be all right. The D"Artigo sisters are helping us. Don"t worry, okay?" I kept my voice low, but forgot the doctor was from Otherworld.

"Is something wrong, Ms. Morgan? You having problems with someone?" Dr. Elanya set down the clipboard and turned to me.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because someone injured him. Mitch didn"t beat himself up. And if you know who did it, then you"d better speak to Detective Johnson so they can catch the lowlife before he hurts someone else."

Even though he was wearing Earthside clothing and had the letters D and R planted before his name, he was still an elf. And elves always seemed bent on playing by the rules. I smiled weakly and eased my way into a chair.

"We think it may be an old boyfriend of mine, out for a little revenge. I"ve already talked to the authorities." I shrugged.

Dr. Elanya looked at me and I knew he didn"t believe me, but there was no graceful way to call me a liar and get away with it.

"All right, then," he said after a moment. "I"ll have the nurse bring you a blanket. You can use the bed next to him. I doubt we"ll have enough emergencies to need it. Besides, in your condition, you should get as much rest as you can." And with that, he snapped the chart shut and left the room.

I followed him to make sure he was gone and then returned to Mitch"s side. "Honey, I have so much to tell you but I"m afraid you won"t remember it if I tell you right now. Just trust me. Please... You trust me, don"t you?" I strained, holding his uninjured hand, waiting for an answer.

Mitch"s brilliant baby blues stared up at me for a moment, questions warring in his gaze, but he finally nodded and squeezed my hand. He opened his mouth and struggled until a faint "I trust you" came out, followed by, "I love you."

I wanted so badly to tell him what was going on, but in his condition, he needed to rest.

So I kissed his lips and adjusted his covers and watched as he slid back into a drug-filledsleep.

As I lowered myself into the chair and picked up the remote control, wondering what to do with myself all day, the door opened and a tall, blond nurse bustled into the room, pushing a cart with a beautiful potted plant on it.

"Hey." I started to stand but Delilah motioned me back into the chair. She shook her head and pressed a finger to her lips.

"Ms. Morgan, I"m just delivering this plant that one of Mitch"s friends sent. What a beautiful philodendron." She glanced around, then motioned to the dresser that was opposite Mitch"s bed, beneath the TV mounted on the wall. "Why don"t we put it there? I think it would be just perfect."

As I gathered my purse from off the dresser, I noticed a tiny camera nestled in the ceramic pot. It was aimed directly toward the door and from what I could tell, the view would include Mitch as well. I gazed at it for a moment, then stood back.

"You"re right; that"s the perfect spot." I gave Delilah a quick nod to show her I"d seen it, and stepped back. "Thank you. I know Mitch will appreciate it when he wakes up."

"If that"s all, then, I"ll be going. May I speak with you outside for a moment?" she asked.

"It"s nothing important, but you need to sign a form if you"re going to stay here overnight."

I followed her into the hall and she motioned me off to one side and pressed a small pager into my hand.

"Camille and Smoky are hanging out on the roof, and I"m going to be hiding in cat form down the hall. There"s a room n.o.body seems to use and I can sneak in there behind one of the old beds. Camille has a monitor linked to the webcam, and we both have pagers linked to yours. You press the alert b.u.t.ton, we"ll come running."

I examined the pager, then slid it into the side pocket of my top. "What about the webcam? Wireless?"

"Entirely. It"s all set up. Camille and Smoky are watching right now. You hang out here today, read, relax, maybe get in a nap in case Terrance makes his move tonight. You"ll want to be refreshed." She glanced over her shoulder at a group of nurses who were pa.s.sing by. They gave us an odd look, but left us alone.

"What if he doesn"t come tonight?" I both feared he would, and feared he wouldn"t.