Rosie’s P.O.V
Kai has been watching me differently.
Not with suspicion at first. Kai is too precise for that. Too calculating. But with something quieter. Something that simmers beneath his calm exterior like a blade still sheathed, waiting.
It started with the way he lingered after our meetings. The questions that weren’t quite questions. The way his eyes would shift slightly whenever Raven’s name came up, his jaw tensing like he was holding back a thought too heavy to say aloud.
And i knew.
He suspects.
He hasn’t confronted me yet, Kai doesn’t strike when things are uncertain. He waits until it adds up. Until the pieces click into place. But i can feel him circling the truth, closer every day. The truth that i lied to the Elders. That Joan isn’t pregnant.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
