Book 2: Chapter 127

“She’s pregnant?” I ask out loud, no one in particular.

“Twins,” Dexter says dully.

“Based on how big she is and comparing her to when Zola was pregnant, we think she’s due any day. Since she hasn’t eaten, her babies are basically using her body for nutrition. For lack of a better term, they’re eating her alive,” Silas says, as he brushes his hand against her cheek. He sits back on his heels and