Lyra POV

She lays the white plastic down on the counter, brushing the strand of hair that fell into her face away from her eyes.

"They're all positive," she murmurs, looking over her shoulder to a very pale Andreas .

"I think I'm going to be sick," he whispers, sinking against the cupboards.

"Don't lean against the wood. You'll get blood on it," she snaps, washing her hands in the kitchen sink.

He absentmindedly reaches around to his back and begins unclipping his chest plate, staring at the pregnancy tests on the kitchen island.

Lyra slaps his hands away and unclips his armour for him, gritting her teeth.

"Stupid," she...