Through our bond, I feel Sienna’s confusion sharpen. She’s noticed Elara acting strange all night, dodging questions, avoiding eye contact during pack songs, fidgeting like she’s got ants under her skin.I pull her closer, arm tight around her waist. “Probably just counting bandages,” I say, casual. “You know how she gets before missions.”Sienna tilts her head back. Her hazel eyes look gold lately—partly the bond, partly the pregnancy. “She was weird in the elevator,” she says. “Savannah saw something. Elara shut her down fast.”My thumb rubs slow circles on her hip, easing the tension. “Savannah’s a snake,” I mutter. “Would say anything to stir shit. Elara’s been through hell—ambushes, betrayal. Probably just tired.”But something’s off. Elara’s been distant for days, watching Sienna with a look—half guilty, half plotting. I figured it was jealousy about the bond and the baby. Now? Not so sure.Before I can pull Sienna aside, the hallway doors swing open.Elara walks in.She looks p
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