TERESA'S P.O.V.
Kneeling in the grass, my hands covered in the dry dust of the earth, I was lost in the quiet sanctuary of the valley. It had only been three weeks since I'd come to this small, hidden town tucked between rugged mountains. This was my refuge, the place where I hoped Lucian's reach wouldn't extend. The thought of him finding me—and finding out about the babies—was a terror that kept me awake every night. The mountains were my silent protectors, and the whispering trees felt like watchful friends, guarding my secret.
