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Chapter 638

Chapter 138 : He’s Dead

*Lena*

Two Weeks Later

Mom huffed out a breath, a garment clip clamped between her teeth as she fussed with the back of the fluffy white dress I was wearing. I grunted in response, looking into the full-length mirror at my reflection.

The dress was only tight around my breasts and fluffed out over my body in a “baby-doll” style that suited the growing swell of my belly to the point that it was hard to tell I was even pregnant. Silky puffy sleeves tapered off at my wrists.

“I look like a cream puff,” I laughed, glancing at Mom over my shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she bent back down to her task of fitting my now incredibly large breasts into the dress, once again.

“I like cream puffs,” Elaine said from the sofa on the other side of the airy, brightly colored sitting room in Castle Drogomor, her legs crossed on the coffee table.

Clare snorted with mirth as she flipped through Maeve’s huge leather-bound spell book that was sitting on her lap.

Sasha was skipping from one side of the room to the other, humming a little song as she pranced. Clare and Sasha were settled in Winter Forest but had come down for the wedding, which was taking place in three weeks. Clare seemed happy to be here early, and she quickly fell in step with Elaine, the two of them becoming fast friends.

I was a little jealous of that, especially since Clare still seemed skeptical of me, for whatever reason.

I chalked it up to her personality, which was probably the truth. She was just a grumpy, somewhat cold person.

Elaine, on the other hand, was back to being a ray of sunshine. I still couldn’t believe she was here. And I was glad that she was because it was all hands on deck. The wedding preparations were in full swing, the date set for the summer solstice itself.

Mom put the last garment clip in place and leaned back to examine her work, nodding at herself as she made me turn in a circle.

“I’ll have to take it out again before the wedding,” she said, more to herself than to me.

“It’s beautiful, Mom,” I assured her as I raised my arms towards the ceiling on her command so she could see how the fabric fell.

“Are you going to wear a veil?” Elaine asked, flipping through a wedding magazine.

Clare frowned at her, shaking her head. “She needs to wear a crown; she’s a princess after all.”

“I hadn’t thought that far–”

“Well, you should have,” Clare said leaning back into the couch cushions. “You have like, twenty days until the wedding.”

I waved my hand at her in dismissal as Mom turned me back toward the mirror.

“I think I’m going to wear my hair up,” I told Mom, but then I noticed the tears glistening in her eyes. “Mom? What’s the matter?”

“You’re just–oh, honey. You’re so beautiful–”

eyes. I’d been a mess of emotions the past two weeks since we returned from Crimson Creek. Reality was setting in, and I found myself crying over the smallest things. Only this morning I’d cried over a pair of the tiniest socks

“I’m just so happy–”

snow fairy!” Sasha shouted from the other side of the room,

exclaimed, rising from

laugh as Clare stalked over to her daughter, who had climbed one of the bookshelves and was reaching for a

suddenly the door to the sitting room

Mom cried, and whoever was behind the door halted

hallway,” Dad said quickly, and behind the door I heard Xander’s muffled protest as Dad pushed him away before he slid

the door firmly behind me, then his

he said, a wry smile touching

him. “Wow? That’s all you

“You look like–”

puff?” Elaine

whoosh, shaking his head. “You look beautiful, Lena. You really

back of the dress to mark where she needed to adjust the fit

wedding coordinators,” he said with a shrug, then tossed a pile of envelopes on the couch next to Elaine. “I can take Sasha off your hands, as well,” he said to Clare, who was red in the face as she tried to pry Sasha off the bookshelf. Sasha, who had been whining and holding on to the bookcase for dear life, immediately let go and fell back into

want to go

Xander and I are going to have lunch in

Those tights are new!” Clare protested, but Dad

at her mom before slipping outside, and Dad gave her an apologetic glance

couch, plopping down on top of the envelopes Elaine was hurrying

Mom smiled. “She’ll

something in her

of my sleeves so I could step out

Clare?” I asked as I pulled a robe over my shoulders

her eyebrows, her eyes downcast in

from telling my mom and me the name of Sasha’s father, but we’d been interrupted by a warrior coming up to us to tell us Breles had fallen to

Mom interrupted me, her face cast in

had an older brother, right? Was Carl also his

beneath her to grab the envelopes she was sitting on and giving them to

ever knew, and my mom was long gone by the time I found out the

asked again, trying and failing to hide the unease

about Clare’s past. Something that chipped away at me every time I looked at Sasha, a familiarity of some kind, like

“His name is Slate–”

stomach tying into a knot. Mom looked from Clare to

“I’m fine–”

right at me, her face flushing as she watched my reaction. “Lena,

said on an exhale,

him?” Clare rose from the couch, her eyes narrowed into

said, shaking my head. “I killed him. I killed him in

continue. I kept my gaze on Clare, watching as a