Chapter 33: Broomsticks and CauldronsI decided portal travel was unquestionably worse now I was pregnant, as I rolled heavily onto the ground outside Sfantu Drâghici. Whether it was the portal itself, pregnancy hormones, or sheer white-knuckle panic about what we were going to attempt, I didn't know, but I felt sick as hell.
“Where are we?” Gabrielle asked curiously, drawing herself up from her knees.
“About a mile from Sfantu Drâghici. It's over there, across the rise,” I explained. “I couldn't risk arriving too close, in case they saw the glow from the portal.”
“That was a good idea,” Gwynn agreed. She was slipping Philaris and Katchet onto her belt and glanced around in the darkness, getting her bearings. “So what's this 'sort of' plan you mentioned to Acenith?”
“The only thing I co
