‘Mmm,’ Andrea said, gazing at it hungrily. ‘Doesn’t that look good?’
I drew back, horrified. ‘No,’ I whispered. ‘No. Andrea. What is this?’
‘Call me Mother Superior,’ she said, her voice cold. ‘And I can do whatever I want to do.’ She bent low to the bed, until we could nearly kiss. ‘Don’t worry, Maeve. You’re safe for the time being. I would never do anything to hurt an unborn child. Do you hear me, Maeve? I am taking what I deserve to have. What you owe me.’ Her hot breath filled my nostrils. And at this, Rob rested a hand on her back, as if to remind her of something. She straightened, composing herself.
‘Andrea,’ I said desperately, my heart pounding as she turned toward the tray and accepted it from Rob. ‘Do these women know you don’t have the gift?’ There were gasps in the room, a
