(Lina)
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my hand resting on my stomach as though it might somehow provide the answers I sought. Mira and Clara had been nothing but supportive, but the unease that remained in the back of my mind refused to go away. Something wasn't right.
The nausea earlier had been overwhelming, nothing like I'd ever experienced before. I didn't want to worry Kieran unnecessarily, but deep down, I knew I needed to tell him. Just thinking of him brought me comfort; his steady presence was always a refuge in times of uncertainty.
I reached for my phone and called Kieran. I know that he was somewhere in the palace and I could have gone to him, but the thought of moving made my stomach churn even worse.
Kieran stepped inside a couple of minutes later, his dark brows furrowed in concern. "Isabella? Mira said you weren't feeling well. What's wrong?"
