Emberflame Ridge Breath, should I take a deep?

Your babes will die.

It might have been the cruelest words ever spoken to her, and Lily froze in place, both infuriated and petrified by the curse. Her blood turned to ice; her stomach did flips. She was tempted to turn and let him have it again, for daring to threaten her womb. . .

But it wasn't worth it. Monsters never changed their tune, but she could turn the other cheek. Hopefully, she'd never see him again.

With a shudder, Lily carried on, headed with haste toward the willows. She told no one of the encounter. Instead, she traveled to her den, where she curled herself up in a ball, shaking. Nose pressed hard to her distended belly.

Your babes will die.