AMAYa.

The map on Morrison's tablet led us far away from the Academy. It led us deep into the Dead Woods, a place where the trees grew too close together and the sunlight barely reached the ground.

We had been tracking Lord Castillo's digital footprint for two days. The money transfers, the secret messages, and the supply drops all pointed to one place. 

The truck bumped over a hidden root, shaking my bones. I put my hand on my big belly, taking a slow, deep breath. The babies were restless. They could feel my fear. They were kicking hard, turning and pushing against my ribs as if they were trying...