Read by Vashtriel Bloodfrost (Follow him on Twitter: @Vbloodfrost)
“It’s been like this for three days. I’ve been nauseous, but I thought it was the twins.” She picked at the bump with her fingernail and winced.
“Well that’s why it hasn’t gone away. You’re picking at it,” he scolded, laughing and grabbing her hand.
There was a dot of blood on her fingernail. He wiped it away and opened the medicine cabinet to look for a bandage. When he turned around, Mara was crying.
A blood willow sapling was growing from her hip.