*Zara*
I was woozy and having a hard time staying on my feet as Noah led me to my room. The edges of my vision were darkening.
Suddenly, I let out a gasp, my knees buckling. My vision was swimming, and I heard Noah say into my ear, “Zara?! Zara!”
“I’m… I’m okay….”
I wasn’t sure if I was, but he got me to my bed and stayed with me until my head cleared enough for me to think.
Then, he made a suggestion that caused my jaw to clench. “You have to stay in Drogomor again.”
“What?! But Noah–”
Here we were again, with him insisting that I stay here. Talk about a case of deja vu. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to put up as much of an argument this time, either.
“Please, Zara,” Noah said, his expression concerned. “Traveling while pregnant is a bad idea. You’ve already done so a lot. Just stay here a bit to get some rest.”
“Look, I’ll be fine. I really need to get back and tell my parents,” I sighed. “They still don’t know, and it’s been killing me inside.”
