Bianca & Isaac
Bianca
Isaac’s hand was warm and soft, his fingers curled around mine as the doctor looked over my bloodwork. With an IV stuck in my arm and what had to be an entire staff of nurses catering to my every whim, I had pulled through.
But just barely.
“Lady Ravenwood, it seems our hunch about Veilroot poison was correct,” the doctor said, furrowing his brow as he scanned my chart. “The dose must have been applied to the inside of the ring in a small dose—just enough to be dangerous, but thankfully not enough to cause immediate miscarriage.”
I let out a breath of relief, but not entirely. Thanks to the quick and efficient medical attention I’d received, the poison hadn’t affected my baby. But just a few more minutes, and I might have miscarried.
“You’re very
