*Zara*

It felt as if my heart stopped beating when Noah announced that our baby was now in the clutches of an evil sorcerer. My chest felt tight and empty. I doubled over against the bed, my breaths coming out in harsh pants.

Noah kept a firm arm around me, his free hand rubbing my back soothingly. “Zara, you need to calm down and breathe normally,” he pleaded, panic lacing the edges of his stern tone.

I tried to listen to him, knowing that my having ...