Nevara
I woke alone.
Not abandoned. Thoren’s warmth still lingered in the sheets, and the bond carried his presence from somewhere nearby. He was calm, alert, and close enough that I knew he had probably stepped into the adjoining room to speak with a guard.
My body felt pleasantly heavy, every muscle softened by sleep and the memory of the night before.
I smiled into the pillow.
Then my bladder reminded me I was pregnant.
I pushed the blankets aside and sat up slowly, waiting for the dizziness that had become an unwelcome companion. When none came, I slid my feet onto the floor and crossed the room.
The bathroom was washed in pale morning light. I used the toilet, washed my hands, then glanced into the mirror.
And screamed.
Thoren burst through the door so quickly the handle stru
