Sapphira's eyes widened in stunned silence, her pupils trembling like leaves in an autumn gust.
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as Aquila's calm demeanor seemed to underscore the magnitude of the revelation.
"Fever, bone ache, and bluish veins on the wings," Aquila recited, her voice a gentle breeze that belied the turmoil brewing within Sapphira.
For a fleeting moment, Sapphira's gaze locked onto her wings, as if searching for the telltale signs that would confirm the impossible. Her mind reeled, thoughts careening wildly like a storm-tossed sea.
Pregnant.
With Asher's child.
The realization seeped into her consciousness like a slow-moving tide, bringing with it a maelstrom of emotions.
In stark contrast, Mia's face lit up like a sunrise, her eyes sparkling with unbridled excitement. She grasped Aquila's sleeves, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Are you certain? Absolutely certain?" Aquila's expression remained impassive, her tone unwavering.
