Some days had passed.
The voice inside her had gone quiet. There were no whispers. No cruel laughter curling behind her tongue.
No venomous threats riding her breath while Lucien drove into her like he was trying to f**k the curse out. Only silence now. But it wasn’t the kind that brought peace.
It was the kind that waited.
Sera couldn’t explain it, not even to herself. Her body had begun changing in ways she didn’t understand.
Her limbs felt heavier. Her steps slower. Her energy dipped by midday, and she found herself exhausted by the smallest movements. Her skin felt too hot. Her heartbeat thudded too deep in her ears.
And then there were her t**s.
They were getting bigger. Rounder. Heavier. Painfully full.
She stood in front of the mirror that morning, robe sliding open at the
