Nora's POV
The television screen flickers with breaking news before going dark with a simple thought. Chicago police scrambling after an unusual string of violence. I cannot bear to hear another word about the carnage War has left behind. The ER receptionist glances up in confusion, searching for whoever turned off the television, then startles when she realizes no one stands near it.
After Lena managed to speak with Zed, we abandoned our plan to sneak into the ER for another ultrasound tonight. Too risky. Instead, Coco, our coven's midwife, arranged to meet us at Vivian Hill General Hospital. Several witches work as nurses here, and she contacted one who moves between departments. This witch is not part of my coven but understands my distrust of conventional medicine. She believes I am simply a traditional pagan witch who prefers herbs and crystals over modern treatments.
