I knew where Bobbie stood on the matter—we’d talked all the way home yesterday. I should run, naturally. I should leave the boy alone and let him find his own way. And I should avoid Rose because she would see the guilt in my eyes. Bow out and don’t say a word to anyone about anything, Bobbie had instructed. If they are meant to find the boy, they will. If not, the boy will find a way to survive.

Besides, what if the boy really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing? I couldn’t see it because I was already under his spell, Bobbie had suggested, which is why I should just take a deep breath and stay away.

And my promise to my father?

“What if Ben wasn’t your father?” Bobbie said. “What if that was another Fury looking like your father?”

“That’s possible?”

“I keep telling you, there are many different kinds of Fury. They can present as almost anything. Your only job now is to protect the unborn child in your womb. Please tell me nothing is as important.”

I hesitated. “You’re right.”

“So you’ll stay away?”

Another pause. “For now.”

She frowned. “I can only help you if you let me.”

I was lost in those thoughts when Andrew walked into the Chapel and headed to the pew where I sat with my mother and Jamie. The same unpleasant feeling that always bloomed in my chest opened as he approached. In the chaos of everything, I hadn’t thought of my baby’s father at all.

We hadn’t shared a private moment since Rose had told him about my pregnancy. I’d hoped that carrying his child would change the way I felt about him, but I still hadn’t chosen him.

“Good morning, Grace,” he said, lowering himself beside me.

“Good morning.”

He laid his hand on my knee. “How are you feeling?”

I wanted to move my knee but remained still as practiced. “Fine,” I lied. My muscles and bones ached from the constant tension.

“That’s good to hear. I was hoping you would join me tonight for dinner?”

It wasn’t one of my nights to be with Andrew, so the question took me a tad off guard. And with all that was happening, how could I? I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Noticing my hesitation, Andrew continued. “It’s just that we haven’t had a chance to talk since news of our pregnancy. I know things are chaotic, but it would be nice to celebrate.”

Before I could answer, my mother placed her hand on my other knee. “The truth is, Andrew, Grace is putting on a brave face. So much has happened and she’s rather ill.”