Luciver exhaled slowly, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. The lines of regret etched deeper into his face.
"I know," he said at last. "I should have. But he is still my brother."
******
Far beyond the city walls, the car hurtled through the road.
Luna couldn't bear the pain anymore.
Her nails dug into the leather seat, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. Sweat dampened her forehead and soaked through the front of her gown. Her belly was hard, tight as steel, contracting with agonizing force.
She let out a strangled moan and thrashed slightly, her entire body trembling. Her hair clung to her face, the strands sticking with moisture. The baby was demanding its place.
From the front seat, Kyllian turned sharply, the moonlight slashing across his cheekbones. His eyes softened with concern as he took in her state.
"Hang in there, Princess."
He turned to Thessa, who sat beside Luna, hands braced against her thighs as she checked the timing of the contractions.
