Chapter 1539
Each of them was knocked back - not violently, but with reverence, as if the island had bowed them.
And then the field bloomed.
Every flower. Every vine. Every blade of grass.
Their colors changed, darkening, brightening, becoming something they had never been before.
Sophie gasped, her body arching. "It’s inside me!"
Emma clutched her stomach. "Me too!"
Jude stared in awe as a golden spiral appeared across Lucy’s navel, glowing softly.
Each of the women had a different mark now - spinning, shifting patterns on their skin, across bellies, breasts, thighs, even over hearts.
Rose staggered to her feet. "It chose all of us."
Lucy touched her stomach and looked at Jude. "You’re not the only seed-bearer now."
He stepped toward her, cupping her face. "We’re becoming the island."