Lara’s grief consumed her. Her son, dead only moments after birth. She shouldn’t mourn him so, he would live with the men as soon as weaned, but she did. She hated that this tiny life had been stolen from her. Her lover and midwife, held her, stroked her, and Lara let the small pleasure from her touch build her magic back to life. As soon as it had, she called the crows to carry her son’s soul with them. As soon as the first caws were heard, she pushed Therese away. She would make sure the someone paid for this.
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