Sarah turned out to be exactly what I needed. She didn't treat me like a Queen, and she definitely didn't treat me like a prisoner. She treated me like a normal person who just happened to be having a very strange week. We sat in the sunroom, the afternoon light hitting the floor in long, warm stripes. She had brought a bag of yarn and was working on a tiny blue sweater.
"How far along are you exactly?" I asked. I watched her needles click together in a steady, calming rhythm.
"Seven months," she said. she stopped for a second to rub her belly with a tired smile. "Jax is a total nervous wreck. He won't let me walk to the mailbox without four guards trailing behind me. Lycan pregnancies are intense, Elena. The babies grow fast and they are a lot stronger, even before they are born. I feel
