The threat

A baby.

That was the last thing Alicia expected to hear. 

A baby was growing inside of her. 

It was still difficult to wrap her head around it. But time was not waiting for her. She could feel that her time was limited. 

A baby growing in this body meant the baby was growing in Amber's body. Which in turn meant that the whole idea of that potion was a sham. 

She was heartbroken. For herself. For Harold. For everyone. But most importantly, for Amber. 

She didn't want to cry. But she could not help it. Turning her eyes to him, she called him slowly, but he stood up at once, saying a firm no. 

Whatever she had to say, he didn't want to listen to it. 

"We... need to talk." She said it faintly, too weak to even speak. 

"You need to rest." He spoke in a dismissive tone and turned to leave, but then Alicia spoke up.