When my eyes opened, it was Terrestris I saw first.
Seated there, eyes that same unsettling green, focused on me.
Sleep.
Or, hibernation, I supposed.
I couldn’t seem to stay conscious for long periods of time and my belly—I could feel movement, a bumping against my palm.
“I have to pee,” I grumbled, groggy, struggling to sit upright.
As if on cue, my stomach growled.
He reached for me and I took his hand, grateful for the help even if it was . . . odd. Terrestris hardly spoke and my eyes—when I looked in the mirror of the bathroom, they always shone gold now. Rubbing my belly, blinking at my reflection, I washed my hands and, tiredly, made my way out of the bathroom to find him standing where I’d left him, standing up against the wall.
“Violet.”
