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I waddle out of the ensuite and into my room, clenching the towel tight between my thighs.

I hate them all.

I make it to the door.

They’re killing my little girl.

Ruining the only chance I have to get her back.

I just want her back.

I want her back.

“Stop,” I beg. I don’t know if Rudy can hear me, if his magic reads minds and fears subconsciously, or if he hears all one’s nightmares and fears and picks and chooses who he hurts. But if there’s a chance he can hear me, I will beg until my voice box bleeds.

I can’t lose her again.

Hope is such a terrible fucking thing.

Yanking on the door handle, I step out into the hall. I need to find Eduardo and get him to heal me before Antonio finds out.

I don’t know which direction to go though. I’m too afraid to call for him and risk the werewolf hearing me.

He will punish me for this.

It’s my body.

My fault.

I’m nothing but a failure.

A disease.

“Stop…”

I collapse to the floor as another cramp knocks me down. The towel falls away. There’s so much copper in the air. So many tears on my face.

“Please…”

Defeated and hopeless, I pray to the one person who has been there for me.

“Antonio… make him stop…”

Almost instantly, his voice cuts through the dark.

“Can you save it?” he demands, his voice rough and full of anger.

I flinch, pressed up against the wall, terrified of what he will do to Rafiki because of me.

“I’m sorry,” I rasp, begging him to believe me.

Two hands press against my stomach. A warm feeling grows from them, like the feel of an old lightbulb being held up to my skin, an inch away.

“No,” Eduardo says, the word shaky. A tremor of fear that ties us together. “He’s gone.”

“You said it was fine.”

“I thought –” He blunders. “He was!”