New TSFN illustration. Might go a different route with the post-processing...
--- “You’re trying our patience, Miss Roslin,” the Doral says with a sneer. “Doctor,” she corrects defiantly, making no effort to hide her disdain. “The hybrid child is dead,” Laura lies through gritted teeth. “She was born too early. She died.” The Three shakes her head and clicks her tongue in an imitation of disappointment. “And you had it incinerated without a second thought. I’ve heard it before. From the doctor, no less. There’s just one problem with your little story,” she says, pausing for dramatic effect, “we both know it’s not true.” Frak, she thinks, fighting to keep her wits about her through the fog of pain. An image of Isis flashes in her mind’s eye - the little girl giggling as she grabs a fistful of her auntie’s hair. If they find out...
