My life with the rogues had fallen into a rhythm over the past week.

I'd learned everyone's names and stories even their routines. I helped where I could, with sorting supplies, mending clothes, keeping watch during the day when others needed to sleep. The pregnancy symptoms were still rough, but Maya's root helped, and Sarah's gentle encouragement kept me going.

It almost felt... normal. Safe to some extent. Which should have been my first clue that something was about to go wrong.

We'd ...