At the front desk in the ER, Steve holds up his badge. “I’m here to see Amy Lewis. She was brought in about half an hour ago. She was having a miscarriage—”
The nurse behind the counter looks at his badge and her brow furrows. “You’ll have to wait; the doctors are in with her now.”
“This is very important,” says Steve. It’s been only eight weeks since Loki disappeared and he has no doubt whose baby it is.
“Then maybe you should talk to the father,” says the nurse sharply. Pointing down a nondescript hallway, she says, “He’s in the waiting room around the corner.”
“The father is here?” Steve says.
“Yes, he—”
Before she can finish, Steve is bolting down the corridor, nearly colliding with an attendant pushing a wheelchair. As he slides around the corner, his hand falls to the piece he’s wearing at his hip. He almost pulls it out before he remembers it would be useless.
Breathing heavily, he enters the waiting room. Magic detector silent, his eyes scan over the people seated there—the only person he recognizes is Bohdi.
Striding over to him, Steve says, “Where is he? Where is Loki?”
Murmurs go up around them. Bohdi glances around. “I don’t know.”
“The nurse said the father is here!” Steve says, grabbing Bohdi by the collar.
The lights above them flicker. Meeting his eyes, Bohdi swallows. “I lied to get into the ambulance.”
For the second time in one day, Steve resists the urge to strangle him.