Aria took another step toward Celine.
The corridor felt narrower than it had moments before. Celine’s back was almost against the wall. One hand rested protectively over her stomach while she watched Aria’s face, searching for any trace of the woman who had smiled politely at dinner and pretended to worry about her health.
“Stay where you are,” Celine warned. Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
Aria stopped, but the look in her eyes did not soften. “You sound frightened.”
“Why are you following me?”
“I told you. Eight months is as far as you can go.”
“Are you here to threaten me or something?” Celine asked.
“I have made no threat.”
“You said this was the end of where I could go. What did you mean by that?”
Aria glanced at Celine’s stomach, her gaze lingering a moment too l
