Days passed and still Valerick had refused to see her.
Zezi drew tally marks on the walls with her claws to keep track of time, and since Nicholas had told her that worrying would only do her baby more harm than good, she had decided to focus more on the fun activities that Gwen had bought for her on her visits.
The stories her bats had written to her, kept her entertained too.
The door pushed open and Zezi picked up her empty bowl of food to impress Gwen that she finished the soup, but the feeling that sizzled beneath her skin confirmed that wasn't Gwen.
The scent of rain that flooded her nostrils didn't help either.
Her smile dropped and she set the bowl back on the floor.
When she turned to look at him, tears glistened in her eyes even though she was trying to appear strong.
“Twelve days.” Those were the words that slipped passed her lips.
Valerick looked nothing like himself, but a version of him that seemed to be going through hell and more.