Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 146 Arabella Learns the Limits of Magic

Arabella’s POV

Damn it! I internally shriek, staring in horror at the news broadcast filling.the television screen. Selene and her brat are parading across a stage, charming the crowd and giving a flawlessly sympathetic performance. What the hell are they thinking? This is the last thing I need!

Bastien has been watching the news like a hawk, pacing like a caged tiger in front of the TV and alternatively scouring the newspapers for any scrap of intel. I’ve been carefully screening both before he gets his hands on the remote or the morning post, but until now we haven’t come up against this kind of crisis and that’s undoubtedly what this is. If Bastien sees the press conference footage I’m absolutely screwed. They are too convincing, too lovely, and that child is obviously his. For all she resembles her mother, when she speaks to the reporter it’s as if the words are coming from Bastien himself albeit a very young Bastien.

Everything I’ve been telling him depends on making Selene the enemy: a cunning, vengeful tyrant. My story is a far cry from the quietly courageous, loving and fragile beauty on the TV. What’s worse, her speech is the perfect balm for everything which has been going wrong in Elysium these last few weeks no doubt at Frederic’s hands. I can almost see the rifts in the Nova pack healing beneath her caring ministrations.

I cut the wires to the TV before Bastien wakes, thanking the Goddess that fatigue seems to be a side-effect of the memory potion. I’m just in time. No sooner have I stored the wire cutters that he emerges from his room, scrubbing a tired hand over his face as he moves toward the abandoned remote only pausing to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Morning Bella.”

Clicking the device repeatedly with no response, he mutters, “the cable must be out.” Instead he retrieves the newspaper, which thankfully printed too early to include details from the press conference. Still, i’ll almost certainly have to find a way to alter tomorrow’s post.

As Bastien sits down at the breakfast table, pouring himself a mug of coffee, I suddenly realize I was so distracted by Selene’s antics that I’ ve forgotten to dose his drink. While his head is still buried behind the paper, I sidle close, uncorking the vial I keep on a chain around my neck and leaning over him. “Don’t worry,” I say, pretending to reach for a slice of toast and tipping the vial over his glass of juice. “I’ll call the cable company first thing.”

Bastien looks up just as I shake a few drops of potion into his drink, and I whip the vial behind my back before he can see what I was doing. He looks as though her might have caught a flash of movement, but the potion dulls his senses as well as his memory, and a quick distraction should easily ease his suspicion, “Okay?” I prompt, focusing his attention on my previous comment.

“Fine.” He afrees. “I don’t want to spend the day in front of the TV again anyway. I’ve got to get out of this apartment, Bella.”

“Bastien we’ve talked about this.” I sigh, not having to fake an ounce of my exhaustion with the subject.

no reason to think I would.” He argues, “After all, you told me you had to order the Nova

to scrub myself raw every time I leave the

of inhabitants and thousands of tourists visit every day. One strange

out tonight but I decide

put on a disguise and slink

I mutter, “You are

that isn’t the pot calling the

Bastien’s POV

surreal surroundings in surprise and dismay. When Arabella said she was going to show me the city, I expected her to take me on a tour of her favorite places. Granted, that’s the last thing I wanted to see, but I’m

subterranean street, staring into a dark maze of underground streets. It’s true that Elysium was built into the mountains themselves, but not like this. Elysium is beautiful and open and at one with nature, conforming itself to the natural landscape rather than bending the environment to our will. But there is nothing natural about this place it is cold

and innovation, instead I feel as if I’ve walked two centuries into the past. Yet Arabella

is partitioned by class to keep things simple. The poor stay belowground in the old levels of the city, and the nobility and aristocrats live above. It’s all very organized. no unnecessary conflicts or uncomfortable confrontations.” She explains

through my brain. I don’t know why, but ever since I got here it’s taken me much longer than usual to wrap my head around even simple concepts. It feels sort of like I’m constantly moving through water, fighting to sort out logic

but they’ll never possess themselves? This is more humane.” She loops her arms through mine, and leads me back to the

be in Elysium.” Arabella continues, sweeping her arm wide. “Look at this, it’s a utopia

sister, as well as shame for failing her so completely. Clearly we did not raise her well enough. “It’s

Arabella’s POV

day just gets

dropping Bastien at home, I head straight back to the underground. That excursion did not go as I had planned at all. I thought Bastien would appreciate Tartarus as I do, even if he needed a little help to see the beauty of the arrangement. Yet no matter what I said, he insisted Blaise’s creation was

no matter how many ways I try to win him, Bastien seems immune to my charms. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t remember Selene,