Natalia’s POV
Ashmoor was a familiar place, but returning wasn’t a comforting feeling. Right now, it felt too much like it had five years ago when I’d first arrived, pregnant and terrified.
Now, I was doing it all over again. Except this time, I wasn’t running from Andrei because I was afraid of him. I was running because he was afraid of himself.
Grace set us up in our usual spaces; the guest room I always stayed in, and the twins’ old nursery right across the hall. Grace and Damon hadn’t changed the furnishings because we knew we would visit often and there were more than enough rooms in the house.
“I hope you don’t mind the makeshift bassinet,” she said, stepping back from the dresser to admire her handiwork. The bottom drawer was open and stuffed full of pillows and blankets. “We c
