The last few months had been a beautiful, terrifying blur.
Ever since Dante's cell was found empty—nothing left but shattered chains and a haunting silence—fear had become my shadow. But Kieran… he had become my light. He had tightened the security around the mansion until it was an impenetrable fortress, promising me every night against my skin that no one would ever take me from him again. We had found a strange, desperate peace in each other's arms.
I was heading toward Adrien's nursery, when the world suddenly tilted.
A sharp, acidic heat rose from my stomach, hitting the back of my throat. I barely made it to the guest bathroom, collapsing onto the floor as I retched into the porcelain bowl. My chest heaved, my eyes watering as I fought the waves of nausea.
When it passed, I stood up with shaky legs, rinsed my mouth and stared at my reflection.
