Chain of Gold (The Last Hours, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

Sona turned, a hand braced against the small of her back. “Have you been paying atten—” she began, and winced suddenly. She leaned back against the wall as Cordelia hurried over to her, worried. “Are you feeling well? You look tired.” Sona sighed. “I am perfectly all right, Cordelia.” She straightened up, her hands hovering as if she couldn’t quite decide what she wanted to do with them. It was a gesture she made only when very nervous. “But—I am expecting a baby.” “What?” Sona smiled a shaky smile. “You will have a little brother or sister, Layla. In only a few more months.” Cordelia wanted to throw her arms around her mother but was suddenly terrified. Her mother was forty-two, late for a woman to carry a child. For the first time in her life, her formidable mother looked fragile to her. “How long have you known?” “Three months,” Sona said. “Alastair knows as well. So does your father.” Cordelia swallowed. “But you didn’t tell me.” “Layla joon.” Her mother came closer to her. “I didn’t want to worry you more than you were already worried about our family. I know you have been trying—” She broke off, stroking a stray lock of hair back from her daughter’s face. “You know you do not have to marry, if you do not want to,” she said, almost in a whisper. “We will get by, darling. We always do.” Cordelia placed a kiss in the palm of her mother’s thin hand, marked with many ancient scars from the time long ago when she had fought demons. “Cheshmet roshan, mâdar joon,” she whispe...

What. The. F*ck. Not this plot point. I love you Mâmân Sona, but ma’am, you and Elias Carstairs were busy 🫢😩