Darian was watching through Mallory's eyes.
She was sitting in a large hall, bathed in light, completely focused on a book. Every now and then, her hand gently rested on her swollen belly, her fingers sliding softly over it, feeling the little movements of the life growing inside her. There was a clear, unmistakable joy in every touch.
The silence was broken when a skinny man, a butler with a serious face, suddenly walked in.
He announced a gift from her father — something she'd clearly been waiting for. Mallory could barely hide her excitement. She grabbed something from a box, then quickly left the main building, heading toward a small structure behind it.
There, a dark entrance was open. Several figures were already waiting inside, silent.
"Let's not waste time. My boy's about to be born," Mallory said, her voice sharp with impatience.
