After that, the tears did breach.

“No, it’s not-” she started, hating the way her voice cracked.

She knew as much had been said about Alice. Lory knew she had feared the fate of feeding Alice’s babe. What it meant for them. What it meant for her.

More eyes skimmed them, but Alice’s grief overwhelmed her.

“Alice, please! Your life is worth more than the miserable three seconds Noah subjected you to.”

At least, she hoped it had been quick. She hated, hated the bastards that could just hammer on for an eon.