Eira's pov
The walls had grown too quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that calms the soul,but the kind that screams. That presses against your ears until your heartbeat becomes the loudest thing in the room. Until you're forced to listen to it,the loneliness, the truth, the memory of what you've lost.
I stood in front of the mirror, one hand resting against the slight swell of my belly. The silk nightdress clung to my body, showing how much the child had grown. Draven's child. A part of him, yes. But undeniably a part of me too.
And it terrified me.
This wasn't the plan. Not this life. Not this silence. Not this cage draped in gold and velvet.
And definitely not with him, it's meant to be with Felix, with the love of my life.
My fingers curled tighter around the edge of the vanity as nausea coiled low in my stomach. The room spun slightly,just enough to make me clench my jaw and breathe through it.
