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An ugly laugh blurted out of her in reply to Fiona’s latest query. It quickly turned into another bout of crying, which she tried to do in silence. She hated doing it at all, particularly in front of someone, but she couldn’t control it any more than she could seemingly control anything in her life at present.

I was den-bound most of the pregnancy due to being sick, she explained in a choked voice, very sick. I think I came close to dying, and now she sometimes wished she had. Even though I survived, they still stole my life from me, Druid said in a wretched whisper.

She couldn’t know that Fiona was thinking the same question she kept asking herself: why had she done any of this? Why had she seduced Glaukos? Why hadn’t she thought any of this through at all? She’d just gone with the flow, like always, but this time it had bitten her hard in the ass.

She wiped at her face again, this time a bit more angrily, and remarked, I’m sure hormones play a big part in this and, boy, they really are a bitch.