Jasmine stood at the edge of the garden, her arms gently cradling her belly as she stared at the distant mountains.
Lily was speaking beside her, something about embroidery or dress fabrics, Nia wasn't sure. But Jasmine wasn't listening either.
Her face was pale, eyes unfocused, the same expression she'd had all morning. Like something was tugging on her soul from far, far away.
"Jasmine!" Nanny Nia called out, trying to keep her voice even.
Both women turned. Jasmine blinked rapidly and walked toward her, but Lily stayed still, arms crossed like a sculpture.
"I've made your tea," Nanny Nia said, not giving Lily a second glance. "You need to take it now. How are you feeling?"
"Much better." Jasmine nodded. "What had happened? We had heard some shootings but Lily had insisted we stay here for safety."
"Oh that." Nanny Nia shrugged her shoulders. "Just the Lycan boys having their duals and screaming like little children. It was good that Lily made you stay put."
