Im sorry, but I just have to comment about the ending and why I was so frustrated. I cant believe Im giving 2 stars to one of my favorite series and favorite author. Richelle Meads previous series, Georgina Kincaid, and Vampire Academy, were fantastic, but just like this one, the final book let me down. The only difference, though, is the level of disappointment. I First of all, let me tell you that there will be spoilers of the previous books in the series, and heavy spoilers of Shadow Heir. I was so angry, frustrated and sad at the end of this book that I almost cried.
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For me, right now, it was akin to one of the inner circles of Hell. Maybe it was just the resilience of youth, seeing as she was about ten years younger than me. It was also possible hormones were making me a little irritable. That was Pagiel. The business was right on the line of the commercial and residential zones of the city and tried to give the appearance that it was part of the latter. That cursed wet heat had me dripping with sweat by the time we reached the building.
I was used to sweating in the desert, but something about this climate just made me feel sticky and gross. Fortunately, a wave of air-conditioning hit us as we walked through the door. As glorious as it was for me, it was a miracle for Pagiel. I always liked seeing his face when he felt that first blast. But this?
Cold air produced by a machine? It blew his mind every time. No pun intended. She was middle-aged and plump, with a kindly, hometown air about her.
We could have done advertising for the National Redhead Solidarity Group, if such a thing existed. No one at the clinic ever seemed to think it was weird that I brought my teenage siblings along, so maybe that was normal around here. We took seats in the waiting room, and I saw Pagiel shift uncomfortably in his jeans.
I hid a smile and pretended not to notice. He thought human clothes were crude and ugly, but Jasmine and I had insisted he wear them if he wanted to be part of my obstetric security detail. Normally, the gentry favored silks and velvet in their clothing, with flourishes like puffy sleeves and cloaks.
Maybe he could have gotten away with that on the West Coast but not here in middle America. Both he and Jasmine stayed behind when the nurse came to get me. Although, I admit, it was hard to fault his actions. I went to see an ultrasound tech first. The tech situated me on the table and slathered gel on my stomach before touching it with her paddle. And were replaced with terror.
They were only sketchy black-and-white shapes, though with each visit, they became increasingly more babylike. My son. As she moved the paddle to get a better angle, his profile flashed into stark relief, small arms and legs and a rounded head that looked very human. This tiny creature, whose beating heart was also clearly visible, hardly seemed like a conqueror of worlds. Had I been tricked?
Was I even now nurturing the man who prophecy said would try to enslave humanity? As though sensing my thoughts, his sister stirred on the other side of the screen. She had been a large driving force in my decision to keep this pregnancy. They both deserved a chance to live their lives, free of what destiny had allegedly dictated for them. Now, if only I could convince all the people who were trying to kill me of that.
She put the paddle away, and the screen went black, shrouding my children in shadows once more. Yet, when I was ushered into an exam room to speak to the doctor, her opinion was the same. Normal, normal, normal. Sure, twins required extra watching, but otherwise, everyone seemed convinced I was the model of a perfect pregnancy. None of them had any idea, not even the tiniest clue, of the daily struggle I went through.
None of them knew that when I looked at my stomach, I was tormented with the image of violence done in my name and the fate of two worlds hanging in the balance. How will I know? This early, you start to feel fluttering sensations. Not at first. Despite the changes in my body, it was still easy to regard this as some physical ailment. It was only the ultrasound that reminded me there were actually people living inside me. The doctor glanced at her clipboard. She shrugged.
She was leafing through a copy of People and trying to explain to him both the definition and appeal of reality T V. Like, for example, I always paid for each visit in cash. When you tacked on things like ultrasounds, blood work, and other medical testing, the final price tag was pretty high. I always felt like I was one step away from pulling out a Mafia-style suitcase filled with hundred-dollar bills.
There was no alternative, however. Medical insurance claims would create a paper trail, as would even paying with a check or credit card. For the majority of gentry, none of that was a concern. Most were like Pagiel and could barely grasp the idea of banks or the postal system, let alone using them to track me.
Unfortunately, my enemies in the Otherworld had very good connections here among humans, those who knew our systems inside and out. It was because of them I was in Ohio in the first place.
Tucson had been compromised. Another woman, far more pregnant than me, was just entering the office as the receptionist printed my receipt. A gust of wind swept in behind her, and she had to fight to catch the door and make it close. Pagiel, though inept at technology, had been trained in the gentry ways of chivalry and jumped up to help her. She flashed the rest of us a cheery smile. A cold front came out of nowhere.
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