Adina's POV

My hand still rested on my stomach, the dull ache a constant reminder of the fragility of the life growing inside me. Nathan’s face, etched with worry, was the last thing I saw before he left the room. A few minutes later, he returned with a warm cup of water, the steam rising in a thin wisp. The scent was a mix of earth and something else I couldn't place. He knelt beside the bed, holding the cup out to me.

"Drink this," he said, his voice a low, gentle command. "It will ...