Carina’s fear was fading. It was unwise, she needed the fear to keep her on her toes, but it was fading under Ishaan’s reassurance. She wasn’t t0 be caged, wasn’t to be his pet again and the abject terror had faded slightly. Nothing she wanted to do more than to sink into sleep since her head was a mess of sharp, grating shards that hurt when she tried to think. She should rest, he kept urging her to rest, but there was something else growing inside her. What if they never had this ...