Chapter 18
- Nina's pov~
- The soft thud of cake batter hitting the sides of the bowl echoed through the quiet apartment. I stood barefoot in the kitchen, a smear of flour dusting the front of my shirt, my swollen belly brushing against the counter. Kane hovered nearby like a shadow, his arms crossed, watching me with quiet intensity.
- “You’re staring again,” I said without turning, the words soft, almost teasing.