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~Lisa's POV
The merchant's voice was soft but clear as he looked at me.
"What may I bring you this day, my lady?"
I froze. My mouth went dry. He was looking at me, not Damon, not Kael, not Rowan, me. I didn't know how to answer, not when the weight of three pairs of eyes pressed into my back.
"I…" My voice cracked a little. I swallowed and tried again. "Baby things."
The merchant blinked once, then bowed his head. "Of course. Follow me."
I let out a shaky breath as he turned, leading us past rows of silk, jars of spices, and golden ornaments. My steps echoed on the polished floor. The market was silent, too silent. No crowd, no voices. Just torches burning against the stone walls and the faint scrape of our boots.
Damon walked close beside me, his presence steady. Kael trailed behind with that lazy smirk that made my skin crawl. Rowan's jaw was tight, his steps sharp, like every move he made was meant to remind me he was Alpha.
