"He doesn't know you're pregnant, does he?!" Eryx's voice comes from behind Mira, low and unreadable, cutting through the hallway like the edge of a blade.
But Mira doesn't turn around. She stands frozen, her fists tightening and loosening at her sides, like she's barely holding herself together, fighting not to shatter right there.
Her lips part, then close again, her breath shallow. Her throat burns with the weight of everything she cannot say.
"Pregnant?!" another voice echoes, sharp and laced with disbelief through the hallway.
Mira whirls, just in time to see Morgana step out from around the corner. Her gaze is narrowed, her mouth already twisted into an expression that promises war.
"What do you mean she's pregnant?!" Morgana demands, marching toward them. Her voice pitches higher, fury stretching her vowels. "She killed my baby and now she's pregnant?! Pregnant with whose pup?!"
