Masquerade Hypnosis -before I Knew It- I-m Preg... [HOT ✧]

The silk was deep midnight blue, embroidered with constellations that seemed to shift when I blinked. My mask was a delicate thing of silver lace and tiny, faceted obsidians that caught the candlelight of the masquerade hall behind me. I didn’t recall putting it on, either. In fact, the last clear memory I had was standing in the coat-check line, holding a champagne flute I hadn’t been old enough to drink from.

“Coming, darling,” I heard myself say. And I meant it. Masquerade Hypnosis -Before I knew it- I-m Preg...

A knock at the door. Three slow, rhythmic taps. Then a voice, low and amused, with an accent I couldn’t place. “Love? The midwife is here. She says the heartbeat is strong. Both of them.” The silk was deep midnight blue, embroidered with

I tore off the mask. My pupils were blown wide, and in the irises—just for a flicker—I saw the shape of a spiral, turning slowly. In fact, the last clear memory I had

But my hand—the one not pressed to my belly—was smudged with dried ink. Indigo. The same color as the constellations on my gown.

Then, a whisper.

I just didn’t know to whom.