Caius
I'm taking this chapter, because Wren was busy doing the bravest thing any of us ever witnessed, and somebody in this family had to hold the pen. Lucien's hands were occupied. Zephyr broke a doorframe. It falls to me.
Here is the record of the longest, best night of our lives.
They carried her in from the greenhouse through the falling snow, and the mansion transformed around her the way it had for war, except this was the other thing, the thing all the wars were ever for. Lucien had the birthing room ready in minutes, warm and lamplit, prepared for weeks down to the gram. Selene scrubbed in beside him, steady as her training. Berta commandeered the kitchen and began producing broth for an army. And Maren, one hundred and sixty-one years old, planted herself at the head of the bed
