“Because it felt good,” I whisper, ashamed at how fragile it sounds. “Because now I can’t stop hoping it would happen more. Because now I want more, and that scares me. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Nyx answers firmly. “You’re progressing, Sadie. You’re letting your walls fall, brick by brick. That is strength, not weakness. You’ve always been powerful, but power without trust? That only cages you. Last night proved you can open the cage.”
Her words warm something deep in me, something that’s been cold for far too long. Still, the unease lingers.
“There’s more,” I admit softly. “When Piper walked in, I felt it; I knew before she did. I knew she was carrying life inside her. How, Nyx? How is that even possible? No one can sense something like that. It doesn’t make sense.
