I reordered time to escape the Celestial Committee's disaster, and I didn't send us all into oblivion. I doubt I'll get so lucky again. Besides, the gods at the Wendigo would turn me into a paramecium or something equally minuscule.
"Our baby in this den of vultures?" Daji spits. "It's one thing to report to you lot, but another to give you even more control over the Wendigo. There has to be another way."
"I'm afraid there isn't." Dylrirra folds his scaly arms. "I'd love to hear a better idea."
My mind is an empty whiteboard right now. I clench and unclench my fist while keeping one arm around Daji, holding her back.
Lamashtu speaks up softly. "What about my baby?"
Daji and I do such a hard double take it gives us whiplash. "WHAT?" we both exclaim.
Lamashtu pats her belly. "I'm pregnant. I've suspected for a while. How is that for irony?"
You can hear the stars burn in the ensuing silence.
