**Elena’s POV**

The pain wasn't just in my face anymore. It was deep in my bones, a heavy, dragging ache that made every movement feel difficult.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to focus on my breathing. I could feel the heat radiating from my swollen cheeks. Lucia’s slaps had left a lingering fire, a throbbing reminder of the deep, ugly hate she carried for me, and every time my heart beat, my face pulsed with pain.

Then my stomach twisted. It wasn't the usual flutter ...