Luna
The morning sun cast long shadows through the palace windows as I paced the length of my chamber for what felt like the hundredth time. A week. Seven impossibly long days since Kane had left with his warm smile and sweet promises and meaningful glances. Seven days of hoping, waiting, dreaming of the moment I could finally tell him about our child.
"You're going to wear a path in the floor," Kyla remarked from her perch on my bed, her tone gently teasing but lined with concern. "Sarah will have my head if you exhaust yourself again."
I paused my relentless movement, one hand unconsciously drifting to my still-flat stomach. "I can't help it. Every day feels like an eternity."
"I know," Kyla said softly, patting the space beside her. "But wearing yourself out won't make him return a
