"So am I." The words come out fiercer than I intended. "I'm tired of being helpless. Of watching the people I love get hurt while I sit here playing princess in a castle."
"You're pregnant."
"I'm not made of glass."
Hope sighs. "No, you're made of pure stubborn spite. Just... promise me you'll be careful? I need my best friend in one piece."
I'm about to respond when, suddenly, a message notification pops up on my laptop screen. My heart stops.
"Holy s**t," I breathe.
"What? What is it?"
"She replied."
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My rage points me to her like a compass with its needle fixed on hell.
I storm into the barn, that fury burning through my veins. Nova sits on a hay bale by the doors, surrounded by puppies, her hair glowing in the afternoon light. The sight of her---
