Wasn't this woman supposed to be sick?!
He gawked at her in disbelief.
How the hell is she even fighting like this?
She looked furious, wild even—like a storm refusing to be bottled up. And somehow, still standing strong.
But just then, a sudden motion cut through the tension.
Kaya's face contorted. She stiffened, a sharp breath catching in her throat as her hand flew to her abdomen. Her other hand clenched tightly into a fist at her side as she bent slightly forward.
She gritted her teeth, trying to hide it—but the pain was unmistakable.
A cramp.
A sharp, unforgiving one that surged through her lower stomach like a blade twisting.
This was the second day of her period. The pain had eased a little in the morning, just enough to function. But after all the walking, the shouting, and the full-body fury she'd been directing at Vayu, the cramps had come back—with vengeance.
Her lips parted slightly, breath shallow, but she didn't cry out.
