VIV’S POV
I stirred awake to the shrill ringing of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Blinking against the dim light filtering through the heavy hotel curtains, I reached for it blindly, my fingers fumbling against the smooth glass screen.
Martha’s name flashed across it.
Groaning, I sat up, feeling the heavy weight of my belly shift uncomfortably. My hand instinctively cradled the mound under my loose nightshirt. It was day two since I left home and already, the loneliness, the discomfort, and the sheer irritation were gnawing at me.
I swiped to answer. "Hello?" My voice was groggy but laced with urgency.
"Vivienne," Martha’s prim voice came through, laced with triumph. "I have it."
I sat straighter. "You have it?"
"Yes. I made a brief recording when I tried to kiss Kaelon," she
