“How far along are you, Ravenna?” Diana asked, her gaze dropping toward the White Witch’s stomach. “And will you really be able to use your magic against Thorne? What about your pup? Will both of you be safe if you fight?”
Ravenna’s expression softened.vFor a moment, she looked almost surprised by the question.vNot because Diana had asked about her strength.vBut because Diana had immediately thought of her child too.
Slowly, Ravenna placed one hand over the slight curve of her stomach.vTo anyone looking at her, she appeared only a few months pregnant. The swell beneath her dress was small, barely noticeable unless someone knew to look for it.vBut Ravenna smiled sadly.
“I may look as though I am only a couple of months along,” she said, “but that is because of magic.”
Diana frowned.
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