Chapter 8: The Infernal Hum
POV: Elowen Hart
"You look tired, Elowen."
Livia's voice stopped me before I could sit down. I had not even taken off my jacket. My bag was still on my shoulder. She was already there, leaning against my desk like she owned it, a coffee cup in her thin fingers.
"Did you sleep at all? You really should take better care of yourself." She tilted her head. Her smile was soft and sweet. "A woman in your... situation... needs her rest."
I set my bag down. "What situation is that, Livia?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." She waved her hand. The coffee in her cup nearly spilled as she moved. "I only mean you work so hard and you are always here so early. It must be exhausting, carrying all that weight around."
She walked away before I could answer. The door to her
