The door slammed so hard the walls trembled. Alessia’s perfume still lingered in the air. Leonardo’s footsteps echoed down the corridor until the sound vanished completely.

I let out a long breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Clara crossed the room and shut the door softly.

“They won’t stop,” she muttered. “You saw their faces. They’ll use your pregnancy as a weapon, Zoe.”

I sank back onto the bed, clutching my belly. “Let them try. Those babies are ...