“Is there anything else you need to tell me? Some other child that you have lurking in the shadows with you? Anything that might affect our escape?”
“No.” I lie. My hand rests against my stomach, warmly. He’s joking, but he's so close to the truth that it scares me. I shut my mind protectively over all thoughts of the child. My hand rubs my stomach unconsciously. I am still wearing my firestone and the light picks up the yellow hues. It is perfectly formed, darker now, in response to my fear and rage. I shift and feel Lycur’s moonstone resting coolly against my skin, I cup it under my hand and I know without a doubt that our child will be well protected. He will make sure of it. I have to believe in it.
“All right. I believe you.” He doesn’t sound so sure, maybe I gave something away in
