Emily's POV
"Here, have this," I say, handing the dark glass bottle to her. "It contains the blood of a pregnant omega whose baby's father is an alpha," I added, a sharp, triumphant smile playing on my lips.
"I have to say, Emily, I am really impressed with this. I didn't think you could pull it off, but you did. I'm proud of you," she says, a satisfied smirk curling her own lips as she holds the bottle up to the light, watching the thick crimson liquid sway inside.
"It's Emily. She can do anything," Davon says from the corner of the room, throwing his head back with a lazy chuckle that makes me roll my eyes.
"Now that I've gotten this for you guys, what are you going to do now?" I ask, folding my arms tightly across my chest.
"It isn't any of your concern, okay? Just step aside and watch the magic happen," Ilya says dismissively, gently swirling the vial.
