Her fingers brushed against her lower abdomen.
A faint warmth bloomed there.
She felt a strange happiness, anytime she thought of her unborn children. And she couldn't help but think of Zorath.
She could only hope he will find her soon.
But still, if she was to face this unknown place, she would not go defenseless. She would need a weapon—something small, silent, but deadly if needed. The kind of thing she could tuck away without drawing attention.
Her mind flashed to the old shop tucked behind the village's herbal market, the one only few dared to enter. A place wrapped in strange whispers and older magic.
Yes. There.
She would go quietly and see what she could find.
But the book… Her fingers tightened. That, she wasn't ready to reveal. Not to him. Not to anyone.
The knowledge within it pulsed like a sleeping beast. Too heavy. Too powerful. Too dangerous.
She would carry that burden alone—for now.
Even if it meant lying with a smile on her lips.
