Moira's POV

The morning sun streams through the Sapphire Suite's windows as Sally helps me into the ceremonial white dress Cain selected. The fabric feels like chains against my skin despite its silk softness, every thread a reminder of the life they're trying to force on me.

'This ends today.'

My hands rest protectively over my belly where the triplets move restlessly, as if they sense the tension crackling through my system. The mercury ...