KRISTEN'S POV

The air was thick the moment I realized Karen had tracked us. It wasn’t just a casual visit; the chill in her aura screamed intent, and the faint scent of her baby bump, mingled with the tang of power, told me she had been here longer than I would have liked. I paced the edge of the cabin’s porch, trying to reconcile how she found us. The only people who knew of our hideaway were my officials, the ones I trusted implicitly. Yet here she was, standing confidently on our ...