Nonetheless, it seemed fairly clear that the dreams she’d sent to me had been distractions, not destructive images of what would come. In my visions, she’d shown me—over and over—with a daughter, waiting for a man I loved to come home. The dreams had consumed me, almost making me want to sleep and have my energy taken each night. As I’d noted while holding Kayla, there was no way any piece of the vision could ever happen to me. I couldn’t have any sort of relationship like that. And I certainly couldn’t have a daughter, not of my own blood. Immortals didn’t reproduce. When I’d sold my soul for immortality and shape-shifting, I’d given up certain aspects of my humanity. There could be no child for me. Not ever.

And yet . . .

I came to a stop on the sidewalk, still about a block away from my car. What if Dante had inadvertently stumbled onto something? What if being in this stasis had altered that piece of me that had lost the ability to conceive? Cedric had said I was still technically immortal, but he’d also said my body would respond and heal like a human’s. What all did that entail? Would unprotected sex lead to conception? Is that what Nyx’s visions had been pointing to? She’d sworn she’d shown me the truth. Had she?

I was breathing fast again, though at least this time, I knew I didn’t have to worry about giving myself a heart attack. Okay. I needed to calm down. This pregnancy possibility was as distracting as the hooking-up-with-Seth possibility. I’d never get anything accomplished if I lost myself in fantasies.

With a sigh, I glanced down at Dante’s piece of paper, now crumpled in my hand. I’d clenched it into a ball without even realizing it as I walked. I’d been too preoccupied to even notice . . .

Babies and Seth. The things I wanted most.

I forced myself to keep moving toward my car. But as I unlocked the door, I had to wonder ruefully if maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to get Jerome back after all.

I started following up on Dante’s leads the next morning. Leaving my place was a little harder than I’d expected, though. Despite the fact I got ready plenty of mornings without shape-shifting, my closet seemed terribly small. And while my hair seemed fine when I finished it, I had a feeling it’d be frizzy the next time I checked the mirror. The only bright part was when I found Dante’s watch under the bed. I thought I’d lost it yesterday, so at least my accessories collection was still respectable. Nonetheless, I had a feeling I was soon going to discover just how much I’d come to rely on my abilities.