Chapter 67
Later that afternoon, Sarah found herself pacing the living room, the soft fabric of her maternity leggings providing the only comfort she could find. She smoothed the material over her stomach, an instinctive gesture she had found herself doing more often since returning from the vision. She was following Selene’s instructions to the letter, though every nerve in her body urged her to hide.
Earlier, Carter had texted to say he was stuck in a last-minute meeting at the office. Normally, Sarah would have felt a prickle of loneliness, but today, the delay was a gift. It provided the window she needed. She had dialed Dorian’s number with shaking fingers, reaching out before her courage could fail.
Dorian’s initial response had been icy—a low, skeptical growl that made her skin p
