MARTHA POV - one year later
“You are not dying.”
“I am absolutely dying,” Aria said through the phone, with the tragic conviction of a woman who had survived kidnapping, a psycho as mother-in-law, supernatural bullshit, a loud childbirth, and Alaric Biltmore, but had finally been defeated by swollen ankles.
I tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear and adjusted the cuff of my blazer in the mirror.
“You are pregnant.”
“With twins.”
“Yes.”
“With Alaric’s twins.”
“Yes.”
“Therefore, dying.”
I smiled despite myself.
In the reflection, the woman looking back at me smiled too.
Black blazer. White silk blouse. Hair pinned back in a way that said professional, but not harmless. Red lipstick, because Hollow Moon apparently had not suffered enough the first time and I believed in dre
