Shadow of Night (All Souls Trilogy, #2)

by Deborah Harkness

“Seven weeks would be fine,” Matthew said, lost in his own thoughts. “Oh, well, that’s good. I’d hate to feel rushed when it comes to something as important as figuring out who I am.” I strode toward him. “Diana, that’s not—” We were standing nose to nose now. “I don’t have a chance of being a good mother without knowing more about the power in my blood.” “This isn’t good—” “Don’t you dare say this isn’t good for the baby. I’m not some vessel.” My temper was at full boil now. “First it was my blood you wanted for your scientific experiments, and now it’s this baby.” Matthew, damn him, stood quietly by, arms crossed and gray eyes hard. “Well?” I demanded. “Well what? Apparently my participation in this conversation isn’t required. You’re already finishing my sentences. You might as well start them, too.” “This has nothing to do with my hormones,” I said. Belatedly it occurred to me that this statement alone was probably evidence to the contrary. “That hadn’t occurred to me until you mentioned it.” “That’s not what it sounded like.” His eyebrow rose. “I’m the same person I was three days ago. Pregnancy isn’t a pathological condition, and it doesn’t eliminate our reasons for being here. We haven’t even had a proper chance to look for Ashmole 782.” “Ashmole 782?” Matthew made an impatient sound. “Everything has changed, and you are not the same person. We can’t keep this pregnancy a secret indefinitely. In a matter of days, every vampire will be able to smell the changes in yo...