Chapter 342: Impatient, Part 1

The next few weeks flew by. Trent was still spending a lot more time with Colt than he was with me, and I tried to be as understanding as possible, but I was jealous. I had no reason to be, but I was. I missed being the center of Trent's world.

I sat on the edge of Trent's bed and stared at the vial in my palm. My name was written across the glass in tiny capital letters, the script flawless.

It had been almost two months since we'd made our deal with Ivy, and absolutely nothing had happened. No signs of the Zoya - we had no idea if they knew anything about me yet, and Isach hadn't been able to gather any information.

Ivy was true to her word, and she'd been leaving us alone, though we saw her around town frequently. She was pleasant, but I knew she was eager to one day soon find me sporting a baby bump, because the sooner I got pregnant, the sooner I'd be able to break the curse.

But. . . there was still no baby.