Selene looked at her reflection on the tinted glass, hardly recognizing herself in the modern dress she'd pulled from her closet. It felt strange to be back in her usual clothes, especially after everything that had happened. The dress gently fit over her belly which constantly reminded her that she was carrying Alaric's child, even though it seemed impossible.
How could this be real? Alaric and his world had only existed in the pages of a book. But here she was, back in her own world, with part of that life still with her. She rested a hand over her stomach, feeling both amazed and determined. Her connection to Alaric was real, and she couldn't just let it end this way.
She needed to find the book's author. Whoever had written it held the answers, and maybe even a way back. But the auth
