~Sienna~

I follow behind Elias under my mother’s gaze. My hands tremble, my fingers curl up tight, digging into my palms until they sting.

A thin line of sweat trickles down my spine, warm and irritating. I press my lips together and keep my face straight until we get out.

I sigh and shake my head as the door shuts behind us.

Elias chuckles. “She loves you.”

“I know,” I snort, dragging my hand to my stomach, rubbing the bump gently. A steady flutter moves beneath my palm, ...