Knowing now that my pregnancy was progressing at the same rate as it would in my world, I was terrified of how much time I actually had left. For all I knew, I could only have a week or two before giving birth. Arthur’s expression mirrored my own worry, and I could tell he was deeply unsettled by the thought. I doubted he was at all prepared to deliver a baby.
We had both witnessed the Witch vanish along with his soldiers, and there was no way to warn the men back at Arthur’s castle if she decided to attack them next. The weight of our fears was crushing, and none of them were trivial.
“Listen,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I might be able to get us out of here, but it’s not going to be pleasant. I just need to figure out how to control the magic she used on these bars.”
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