ELENA'S POV
She didn't know what to do next.
That was the thing I couldn't stop looking at. Her face. Morgana standing in front of me with the dead stone in her hand and nothing behind her eyes.
Three seconds of nothing.
Then her expression closed back up like a wound sealing over and she took one step back from me.
"Do you think this changes anything?" she said.
"I think it changes everything," I said.
She looked at the stone in her hand one more time. Then she set it down on the table between us, carefully, like it was still something worth handling with care. Old habit, maybe. She had been carrying that thing for a long time.
"You're five months pregnant," she said. "Undertrained. Surrounded by people who each want something from you." She looked at me. "And you think burning ou
