Richelle Mead - Shadow Heir

For my brother Steve,

who helps keep our family on track.

Bringing Eugenies story to a close is bittersweet. She was my first real action heroineand a fellow redhead to boot. Ive had a great time writing her series and am grateful to all the friends and family who have loved me, supported me, and helped me come up with new and terrifying monsters for her to take down! Many thanks go to editor John Scognamiglio at Kensington, who took the chance on Eugenie and helped bring her story to print. Thank you also to my amazing literary agent, Jim McCarthy, for guiding these books every step of the way. And finally, I cant say enough how grateful I am to all the fans that have followed Eugenie on her journeys in both worlds. Your enthusiasm is what continues to make writing such a joy for me.

Im sure Ohios a perfectly nice place, once you get to know it. For me, right now, it was akin to one of the inner circles of Hell.

How, I demanded, can the air possibly contain this much moisture? Its like going swimming.

My sister, walking beside me in the late-afternoon sun, grinned. Use your magic to push it off you.

Too much work. It just keeps coming back, I grumbled. Jasmine, like me, had been raised in the dry heat of Arizona, so I couldnt understand why she didnt have the same revulsion I did to the monsoon conditions of high summer in the Midwest. We both wielded weather magic, but hers was focused primarily on water, so maybe that explained her blas attitude. Maybe it was just the resilience of youth, seeing as she was about ten years younger than me. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because she wasnt nearly five months pregnant and hauling around an extra ten pounds or so of offspring who seemed intent on overheating me, sucking my resources, and pretty much slowing down every goddamned thing I did.

It was also possible hormones were making me a little irritable.

Were almost there, said a polite voice on the other side of me. That was Pagiel. He was the son of Ysabel, one of the bitchiest gentry women I knewand she didnt even have excess hormones as an excuse. Pagiel hadnt inherited his mothers personality, thankfully, and possessed a knack for crossing between the Otherworld and the human world that rivaled mine and Jasmines. He was roughly the same age as her, and the fact that I had to have a teenage escort to get me to my doctors appointments only added insult to the many injuries Id endured these last few months.

A block ahead, the Hudson Womens Health Clinic stood among its carefully pruned pear trees and neat rows of geraniums. The business was right on the line of the commercial and residential zones of the city and tried to give the appearance that it was part of the latter. It wasnt the pretty landscaping that made me keep coming back to this sauna, walking half a mile each time between the Otherworldly gate and the clinic. It wasnt even the medical care, which was fine as far as I could tell. Really, when it came down to it, this places biggest appeal was that so far, no one had tried to kill me here.

That cursed wet heat had me dripping with sweat by the time we reached the building. I was used to sweating in the desert, but something about this climate just made me feel sticky and gross. Fortunately, a wave of air-conditioning hit us as we walked through the door. As glorious as it was for me, it was a miracle for Pagiel. I always liked seeing his face when he felt that first blast. Hed grown up in the Otherworld, where fairyor gentry, the term I preferredmagic could work wonders. He wouldnt blink an eye at magical feats that would make a human gape. But this? Cold air produced by a machine? It blew his mind every time. No pun intended.

Eugenie, said the receptionist. She was middle-aged and plump, with a kindly, hometown air about her. Back with your family I see.

Wed taken to passing Pagiel off as our brother, for simplicitys sake. Really, though, it wasnt a stretch to imagine us all being related. Jasmines hair was strawberry blond, mine a light red, and Pagiels a true auburn. We could have done advertising for the National Redhead Solidarity Group, if such a thing existed. No one at the clinic ever seemed to think it was weird that I brought my teenage siblings along, so maybe that was normal around here.

We took seats in the waiting room, and I saw Pagiel shift uncomfortably in his jeans. I hid a smile and pretended not to notice. He thought human clothes were crude and ugly, but Jasmine and I had insisted he wear them if he wanted to be part of my obstetric security detail. Normally, the gentry favored silks and velvet in their clothing, with flourishes like puffy sleeves and cloaks. Maybe he could have gotten away with that on the West Coast but not here in middle America.

Both he and Jasmine stayed behind when the nurse came to get me. Jasmine used to go in with me, but after an embarrassing incident when Pagiel had tried to attack someone with a Milli Vanilli ringtone, wed decided it was best if he wasnt left alone. Although, I admit, it was hard to fault his actions.

I went to see an ultrasound tech first. As the mother-to-be of twins, I was knocked into a high-risk category and had to have more ultrasounds than someone with a normal pregnancy would. The tech situated me on the table and slathered gel on my stomach before touching it with her paddle. And just like that, all my crankiness, all my sarcasmall the feelings Id so haughtily walked in withvanished.

And were replaced with terror.

There they were, the things that Id risked my lifeand the fate of the worldfor. To be fair, the images still didnt look like much to me. They were only sketchy black-and-white shapes, though with each visit, they became increasingly more babylike. I supposed this was a marked improvement, since for a while there, I was certain Id be giving birth to aliens and nothing human or gentry at all.

Ah, theres your son, said the tech, gesturing to the left side of the screen. I was pretty sure wed be able to spot him this time.

My breath caught. My son. As she moved the paddle to get a better angle, his profile flashed into stark relief, small arms and legs and a rounded head that looked very human. This tiny creature, whose beating heart was also clearly visible, hardly seemed like a conqueror of worlds. He seemed very small and very vulnerable, and I wondered not for the first time if Id made a mistake in continuing this pregnancy. Had I been tricked? Had I been taken in by this innocent faade? Was I even now nurturing the man who prophecy said would try to enslave humanity?

As though sensing my thoughts, his sister stirred on the other side of the screen. She had been a large driving force in my decision to keep this pregnancy. If Id terminated it in an attempt to save the world from my son, I wouldve been responsible for ending her life. I couldnt do that to her. I couldnt do that to him, even. It didnt matter what the prophecy said. They both deserved a chance to live their lives, free of what destiny had allegedly dictated for them.

Now, if only I could convince all the people who were trying to kill me of that.

Everything looks great, the tech told me. She put the paddle away, and the screen went black, shrouding my children in shadows once more. Perfectly normal.

Normal? Hardly.

Yet, when I was ushered into an exam room to speak to the doctor, her opinion was the same. Normal, normal, normal. Sure, twins required extra watching, but otherwise, everyone seemed convinced I was the model of a perfect pregnancy. None of them had any idea, not even the tiniest clue, of the daily struggle I went through. None of them knew that when I looked at my stomach, I was tormented with the image of violence done in my name and the fate of two worlds hanging in the balance.