Blackfeather Woods OHMIGOD

Despite the rage burning in her eyes, Potema chose silence over the brashness she'd been going on. Damien prolonged his stare to make a point: He was in control no matter how pregnant or gifted Potema was, and that was how things would continue to be for as long as Damien stood.

It was clear that the witch was not in a mood, or a state to attend Damien's visit. Her body heaved once more, bringing up the little remains of whatever Potema had eaten last. Damien stepped back, staring down at the gross scene with pity and disgust, but with the understanding only a loved one could offer.

"I will not leave you alone in this," he promised, words meant to be encouraging. He'd decided this long ago, even before he'd come up to his sister with his plan, and he was not going to take it back. "They will be mine as much as they're yours. We will make sure mother is proud."