“There’s something wrong with her, Kieran,” Lucy said quietly.

“We knew that already.”

“No, this is different. It’s like she’s not really herself. I can’t explain it.” She rubbed her stomach as if it hurt. “I can just feel it, you know? I could barely recognize her.”

“So what do we do?”

“We save her,” she said, as if I were an idiot. “We save them both.”

She wasn’t wrong. Nicholas might not be missing any longer, but he didn’t look safe either. “And how exactly are we going to do that?” I scrubbed my face wearily. Lucy always had ideas, even if they were generally dangerous and reckless.

“I have no idea.”

And that scared me most of all.