_Kael's POV_
Days passed.
The vial was empty.
Every last drop of the potion had been fed to Roxanne. It was carefully mixed into her soups, juices, and teas. And yet, nothing had changed. She smiled just the same, laughed with that same wicked curl of her lips and touched her stomach like she was carrying a miracle.
But I felt nothing.
No satisfaction. No success.
Only rage.
I stormed into the woods alone. The wind was slicing through my coat. My boots crushed dry leaves as I made my way toward Morana's cottage. That crooked, moss-covered thing that reeked of old magic and secrets. My fists were clenched. My heart was pounding.
Valric was restless in my head.
We shouldn’t confront her like this, he warned. We need answers, not enemies.
"Then she better start giving some," I growl
