AUTHOR’S POV

Aria looked at her from head to toe, her face hardening. “My time?” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You’ve lost it. Get your pregnant self and those bags out of my room.”

But Alora didn’t even blink. She sat comfortably on the bed, her hand resting on her belly like she owned the place.

Aria’s glare deepened. Every muscle in her body itched to drag her off that bed and toss her out. But she held herself back, clenching her fists so tightly her nails bit into her ...