KAREN'S POVThe room was warm with firelight, but I paced like a wolf trapped in a cage. My steps echoed across the stone, sharp and uneven, betraying the agitation thrumming in my blood. I could feel Damon’s eyes on me from the armchair near the hearth, but his silence only fanned my fury.That vision of her—Eliana—standing inside Kristen’s hall, haunted me like a ghost. Alive. Radiant. No longer the trembling, forgotten shadow I had left behind years ago, but something more dangerous. Something unyielding. The sight of her clinging to life, as though fate itself refused to take her, made bile rise in my throat.“How many times must I bury her before she stays dead?” I hissed under my breath.“You should sit, Karen,” Damon murmured. His voice was soft, careful, as though I were made of glass ready to shatter. “Stress isn’t good for the child.”The child.My hand instinctively drifted to my swollen belly, rounding more each day with the promise of the heir who would inherit all I had
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