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Six Months Later

Moira's POV

I lean back in the chair at the Council chamber table and press my hand to my swollen belly. The triplets shift inside me, restless and active. Eight and a half months pregnant, and I look like I swallowed a mountain.

'Six months,' I think. 'Six months since we left Apex Palace.'

Logan sits beside me, his hand finding mine under the table. Through our bond, I feel his protective concern. He's been my ...