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Malice snarled. "Leave him alone!" She barked but the pain in her stomach stopped her from attacking them. A'Sharia appeared next to Malice. Her face serious. She stood her up and looked her in the face. "You foolish girl, Do you have any idea what you've done." She said shaking her by the shoulders. Malice was dizzy but she yanked herself away from A'Sharia. "Don't touch me!" she said and started after Sam. They'd dragged him off, unconscious.
She stormed in his direction but was stopped by the pulse in her stomach. She gripped her stomach. Morticai appeared in front of her. "Malice, you obviously are not aware. You're progeny is a Lark." Malice looked up at him, her fangs flashing. "They are Vampire Hunters. Famed for their speed. You turned one of them." He said and Malice looked up at him. "Not Sam... He..."She felt sick. "I have to talk to him." She said and started walking again. Another pulse came. "What's worse is, You're pregnant by him." A'Sharia said and Malice froze. "What?" She said clutching her stomach. "You heard me. You are pregnant by a Vampire Hunter...That's the pain in your stomach." She said bitterly. Malice looked down at her flat stomach. The pulse stopped. She stood up and disappeared toward Sam's scent. Morticai frowned at A'Sharia. "You had a vision, didn't you?"
"Yes, But I didn't know he was a Lark. We'll have to kill it. you know that."
"It will be Pureblood."
"Yes, but a Lark. If we don't kill it. They could use it against us."
"Or we could use it against them..."


Malice appeared in the dungeon in a split second she took out both Gabriel's men with her wooden heels. "Let him go..." She said, trembling in rage.