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And then I walked out into the night, my mind already turning toward morning.

Toward the Sanctum.

Toward Yahmaria.

And toward the reckoning she’d been begging for since the moment she stepped back into my life.

Chapter 7

TRUTH

The house was too quiet.

I paced from the living room to the kitchen and back again, my bare feet silent against the hardwood floors. The clock on the wall read 2:47 AM, and every second that ticked by felt like an eternity.

I checked my phone again.

No calls. No texts. Nothing.

The screen was bright in the darkness, mocking me with its emptiness. I’d checked it seventeen times in the last hour. Maybe more. I’d lost count.

My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around my ribs and was pulling it tighter with every breath. The pregnancy hormones weren’t helping—everything felt amplified, heightened, like my body was betraying me by making the fear worse.

I replayed the kiss on Delphine’s porch over and over in my mind.

The way Amai had looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

The way he’d kissed me—desperate, claiming, promising.

I’ll see you soon.

That’s what he’d said.

But what if he didn’t come back?

What if something happened at that warehouse?

What if Victor⁠—

A sharp pain shot through my stomach, sudden and vicious, and I gasped, my hand flying to my belly.

I sank onto the couch, breathing through it, trying to stay calm.

It’s just stress. Just anxiety. The babies are fine.

The pain radiated outward, a dull ache that made my breath hitch, and I pressed both hands against my stomach, willing it to pass.

“Please be okay,” I whispered. “Please.”

The pain eased after a moment, fading to a dull throb, and I exhaled slowly, my heart still racing.

I checked my phone again.

Still nothing.

The waiting was suffocating.

Every second felt like drowning.