Almara’s Pov
Robert and I return home, empty handed once again. We step into the living room and I must say I’m a bit relieved to see it’s empty. I assume Roman is upstairs sleeping, I just can’t handle another hopeful look in his eye only to dim when we have to tell him we don’t have the potion, yet.
It pains me just as much as I’m sure it pains him. I ascend up the long stairwell using the curved railing for support. I need to see Grace. I crack open the door and step into her nursery. The room is a shade of dust rose with painted clouds on the wall. Her name is written in a bubbly cursive above her white crib.
The rest of the room is decorated with plushy stuffed animals, greenery, and fluffy blankets as though the clouds from the wall are also stuffed in the oversized wicker basket
