Lynn's POV

I stared at the two pink lines for a long time.

The bathroom was quiet. Asher was still napping. I could hear the faint sound of Baron's voice down the hall — he was probably explaining something to Lira with the gravity of a senior military strategist — and the whole house smelled like the soup Grayson had started before he left for the morning run.

Normal. Ordinary. The exact life I'd fought my way toward for years.

And now this.

'Well,' Istha ...