Ashley

“I don’t have a mate,” I said, shaking my head. “I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

The old woman only smiled, like my words didn’t matter. “Aren’t you here because of the child in your womb?” she asked calmly.

My breath caught in my throat. For a moment, I just stared at her, too shocked to respond. Ethonian had told me witches were powerful, but I hadn’t imagined this. Instinctively, my hand moved to my stomach, my eyes following, checking if there was anything obvious—anything that could have given me away.

There was nothing. When I looked back up, she was still smiling. “I can feel...