Ariyah's POV
Mira's Healing Cottage
My hands are glowing.
I wake in the middle of the night to find silver light pulsing beneath my skin, soft and warm, like liquid moonlight flowing through my veins. At first, I think I'm dreaming. Then the light spreads up my arms, and I feel it.
The baby is responding.
A flutter in my stomach, light as a butterfly's wings. Then another. And another. Like the child inside me is reaching toward the light, recognizing it, welcoming it.
I scream.
The door bursts open, and Mira rushes in. "Ariyah! What's wrong?"
I hold up my hands, and the silver light illuminates her face. Her eyes widen, but she doesn't run. She doesn't flinch. She just stares at me with something that looks almost like awe.
"Breathe," she says. "Breathe, child. You're not in dan
