Hermosa pov

With shoulders raised and fist ready, I positioned myself in front of the restroom door, waiting for Echo.

This might be my last chance at escape. I had to be smart about it. The maid knelt on the floor like a mannequin, her tears drenching the already–mopped floor.

It was better this way. I wouldn't want her to see me beating up a pregnant woman.

The door swung open with force, revealing Echo's feet. Her strength was massive for a pregnant woman.

“Moon Goddess, if you ...