Nara
I look up and come face-to-face with a very pretty woman. She's tall and lean, with long curly hair and glowing caramel skin, and looks to be in her early thirties. Amelia is Kian's young aunt. She has always been kind to both Kian and me, and I used to visit her lake house near the border.
"How are you feeling, honey?" she asks in a gentle voice.
"I must have eaten something that upset my stomach," I wipe my lips, but she chuckles softly.
"You didn't eat anything bad. You're just pregnant, Nara," she says confidently. I shake my head, denying it, even though she is right.
"Does Kian know?" I widen my eyes and scoot away from her. I start to walk out, but she stops me, gently grasping my arm.
"So, he doesn't know," she mutters.
"I'm not pregnant," I insist firml
