Aira’s POV
My crochet hook was the only things keeping me calm while I waited for Aaron to do his part of the plan to prove my innocence, though it angered me to even have to do it in the first place.
I was furious that the servants in my own home were spreading such blatant lies, not to mention that my very own sister and my mate had so blindly believed them.
But being furious wasn’t good for a growing baby. It couldn’t be. So, I sat quietly in my room with my crocheting as a pair of adorable baby booties came to life. Doing something that benefited Snow was keeping me grounded.
I smiled at my creation and imagined them on the tiny feet of our child when Blanche reached through the mind-link.
‘We’ve got the hair,’ she said.
‘Good,’ I said. ‘I’ll be in the healer’s office in five min
