[Sera]
I slouch in the back of Liam's sleek black sedan, watching the city lights smear into the encroaching darkness of the forest. My hand rests on my belly, fingers numb from the chill seeping through the window. That tiny warmth underneath is like a secret ember, steady and defiant. I cling to it, even as every bump in the road jars my nerves a little closer to snapping.
We're heading back to that godforsaken gray house, the one with walls that feel like they're closing in before you even step inside. The ritual. The big severance. Killian's grand plan to cut me out like a bad tattoo. And here I am, playing along, because what choice do I have?
Liora's magic is supposed to hold, fooling the eyes, masking the scents, and turning my baby into a ghost in my own body. It worked on Killi
