Lyla
Terra stared at me for a few seconds before averting her eyes, busying herself with the cart that held several mixtures.
"I don't want to hear it, Lyla," she murmured. "Whatever your plans are, count me out of it. I don't want to be a party to it or your lies."
"It's not lies, Terra," I tried to sit up, but was hit with another wave of nausea, making me groan with pain as I flopped on the bed again.
"Can you stop moving, please?" Terra sighed. "I'm running out of patience dealing with you, Lyla. Just lie still and let the medicine work."
"I am lying still," I shot back, "I'm only asking you not to mention the baby to anyone, not even to Nanny."
"Your mother?" she scoffed, dropping the small jar she held a little too forcefully. "You don't know, Miriam, Lyla. Maybe the version of Miriam you know is the cool-headed one. Miriam will kill me if she suspects that I might have lied to her. Besides, it goes against my oath."
