Chapter 58 Hearts And Homes, Cracks Beneath The King
- The sunlight filtered gently through the high windows of the Bloodstain infirmary, soft but powerless to ease the heaviness in Mason’s chest.
- He sat between two beds—Lily on one side, Rosy on the other. Rosy, exhausted and pale, stirred slightly in her sleep, one hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. Lily hadn’t stirred once.
- Mason hadn’t moved in hours.