The bathroom's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the white tiles as I leaned over the sink, rinsing my mouth with shaky hands. The nausea had subsided to a dull churn, but my reflection in the mirror looked pale, green eyes shadowed with fatigue. Pregnancy was a rollercoaster, one minute I felt invincible, the next like I'd been hit by a truck. But that scent on the bracelet box... it was no ordinary perfume.
Cloying, almost chemical, it had triggered something violent in my system. I dried my hands, taking deep breaths, the bond with Elias tugging faintly, a warm reassurance that he was out there, probably buried in meetings at Kingsley Company, oblivious to this mess. Gods, I didn't want to worry him; he was already on high alert with the pup.
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