THIRTY-SIX
"That's the last of the lamb's lettuce. I hope it is enough, for we have no more," Lubos said. He sounded...cheerful.
Molina struggled to open her eyes. They felt as heavy as the rest of her, as though they had not moved in far too long. Her hand flew to her belly, checking that it still swelled with the child growing inside her. She lived, and Lubos was home. She blinked against the bright morning light, and came face to face with a plate of leaves.
Lamb's lettuce, her mind supplied. She'd never liked it in the past, but now she had the most irresistible craving to devour every last leaf. She reached for it.
"It worked!" Large, warm hands seized hers, and a man's bearded face loomed alarmingly close for a moment until she recognised Lubos beneath the scrubby beard. Then
