KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

I sat on the edge of the soft bed, my hands shaking as I held the small vial. I wanted to throw it across the room, to shout, to run away, but where could I go? Nowhere felt safe anymore.

My mind drifted to Zuko, the way he was so soft on her the day they had sex, the way he used his mouth to worship her, how he whispered those dirty words that still made my heart beat. “Did he really know what I was carrying inside me? Did he know that him releasing his seed in me got me ...