Over twenty-four hours passed with no sign of her husband and no message assuring her of his well-being. Even that wasn't terribly unusual. He'd disappeared for days at a time before. No matter what, he always came back. She tried to remind herself of that truth as she climbed into bed for a second night alone. Antonin was a dangerous wizard who knew how to take care of himself. Why then could she not shake the overwhelming feeling that something was terribly wrong? She'd been merely unsettled for most of the time he was away. That was normal and to be expected considering what was happening outside. She knew enough to understand nothing was settled even if no one would give her any details. It was only as she tossed and turned in her empty bed that she could no longer ignore the twisting and churning of her belly.