Ava’s POV
The sun hung low in the afternoon sky, casting golden light across the garden where I sat, waiting for tea.
The gentle clinking of porcelain and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air, but none of it calmed the unease settling deep in my bones.
Elizabeth sat beside me, her presence as imposing as ever. She hadn’t said much since we arrived, just sitting down there, sipping her cup of tea so loudly that I wanted to punch her in her throat.
I exhaled, forcing my fingers to stop trembling. I hadn’t forgotten Arthur’s reaction earlier. The way he pulled his hand back from my belly like he’d touched fire. The shock, the fear in his eyes…it wasn’t the look of a man who was simply surprised. It was fright.
Wasn’t this his child? His heir? Shouldn’t he be proud? A Devil Alpha…just like him.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Elizabeth finally spoke. “You seem uneasy, Ava.”
I jerked up from my thoughts, turning to her. I knew she said something but I was so deep in thought th
