The answer was in my arms. I looked down at Megan, that perfect face, those beautiful lips. I’d been right to have faith in the Epics. I’d just chosen the wrong one. Her eyes opened, and she saw me. “I don’t feel like killing you,” she whispered. “More wonderful words have never been spoken,” I said back. She stared at me, then groaned, closing her eyes again. “Oh hell. The secret is the power of love. I’m going to be sick.” “Actually, I think it’s something else,” I said.
