The baby kicked.

  Anne pressed a hand to her swollen belly and smiled. This one was active—constantly moving, constantly reminding her of their presence.

  "Another girl," the midwife had said at the last visit. "Strong and healthy."

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  Anne hoped she was right. Hoped this baby would be born without complications, without magic, without anything that might draw Garka's attention.

  But deep down, she knew better. This child had magic. She could feel it humming in her blood, stronger than Finn's had been.

  Which meant more danger. More secrets to keep.