ABBY'S POV

I couldn’t sit still. I paced around my room.

I pressed my hand against my stomach. Even though Freya had healed me with her magic, I still felt empty. Every time I tried to sleep, I remembered the blood, the life of my unborn child seeping out of me.

Oliver walked into the room. He hadn’t said much to me since we got back to the coven. Neither of us had. The silence between us was eating me alive.

“You don’t have to say anything,” I said finally.

He turned around. His ...