LYSARA POV
Every time I heard the sound of a car engine, my heart would immediately start pounding. Not because I was hopeful—I was afraid. Afraid that it wouldn't be Vaeldric stepping out of the car, but someone else.
Or worse, that no one would come at all. Just like back then, when no one came to my birthday.
Without realizing it, my hand drifted to my stomach. I still couldn't quite believe there was a tiny life growing inside me. Twelve weeks.
"I'll protect you," I whispered softly.
I wasn't sure whether I was saying it to the baby, or to myself.
I could still remember the look in Magnus's eyes this afternoon. Shouldn't he have been happy about having a grandchild? But what I saw wasn't the gaze of an excited grandfather.
"Boy or girl?" He had asked that.
What did he mean? He
