–Livana–
I woke in the middle of the night to tend to my needs, the quiet darkness wrapping around me like silk. My stomach growled—low, insistent. Unfamiliar.
I have never been hungry at this hour.
But then again… I am no longer alone in my body.
After finishing in the bathroom and washing my hands, I moved toward the bed, where my husband slept peacefully—unaware of the small storm stirring within me.
I tapped him lightly.
He woke instantly, eyes sharp, scanning the room like a man trained to expect danger even in dreams.
"Everything alright?" he asked quickly.
"I'm hungry," I said softly. "But I can't go downstairs. Tyrona is probably somewhere in the mansion."
"Okay." He sat up immediately, the sleep still clinging to him, yet already retreating. He gestured for me to lie back down, tucking me in with quiet care before turning on the television. "What do you crave right now?"
