~LENORA'S POV
The third night in the mansion was the hardest because the air of the human world felt wrong. There was no noise except for the ticking of a clock and the hum of the air conditioning.
I walked across the white marble floor of the living room, holding my stomach with both hands while the child moved inside me with a force made me stumble.
I stood at the glass wall and looked out at the dark trees of the estate, thinking about Alaric and Zephyr. I hated that I was safe here while the two of them were fighting a war I couldn't see anymore.
Khaos was slumped in a leather chair in the corner of the room. Her skin looked like grey ash in the moonlight. She was breathing in short gasps as her fingers twitched against the armrest while she stared at nothing.
I could tell she was fading because her link to Alaric was the only thing keeping her upright. Every time she winced I felt a fresh wave of terror because it meant Alaric was taking another hit.
