Page 5 of Filthy Wishes

Our souls are entwined forever.

Our bodies are joined for all eternity. Neither of us will ever take another lover. It would never work even if we tried, just like it never worked before we met. We were made for each other, and nothing can change that. No one can come between us.

Everything is as it should be.

Forever.

Chapter Four

Sally-Ann

Iam startled awake by something. It’s dark now, but I am alone in my bed. If it weren’t for the soreness between my thighs, I would have thought I dreamed of himagain. I start to stretch, and then I notice something out of the corner of my eye. Rosie is standing next to the bed like a kid from a scary movie. She’s just staring down at me.

“Good. You’re up,” she chirps.

“Rosie? Why aren’t you in bed?” I gasp.

“It’s only seven,” she says, matter of factly.

“Oh,” I groan. It feels so much later than that.

“My vision changed.”

“Changed? How so?” I ask, groping for my robe. Rosie grabs it off the foot of the bed and hands it to me before turning to face away from me. I stand and put the robe on, tying it tight.

“It’s not now.”

“What?”

“I am older in the vision. Much older.”

“So, we’re okay for now?”

“For now, but it’s coming. Lurking.”

“Okay. We’ll be ready,” I tell her, pulling her into a hug.

“Your baby will be older too,” she says only in a way aseven-year-old can.

“My baby?” I ask, and I immediately know she’s right. I feel different now. Everything feels different now.

“Yeah. He’ll be here soon,” she says, skipping out of my room—a son. My firstborn will be a son. Little Rosalie Nyx Beal is going to be the salvation of the world. I can feel it just as sure as I can feel the cool air from the fan hitting my skin. That’s my own little premonition.

Tridenton comes back into the bedroom, freshly showered. He kisses my forehead.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Rosie’s vision changed. We are okay for now.”

“Good. Good. War is never good. Your brother says that dinner is ready.” As soon as he says that, my stomach growls loudly.

“Oh, my God, I’m starving.”

“I figured you would be. We worked up quite an appetite.”

“Is it terrible that even though I am starving, I want to stay here with you?”

“Not terrible at all. It’s the bond. It is my understanding that we will always feel this way.”