Avery’s POV
I woke to the sound of voices outside my tent.
My eyes snapped open. The sun was barely up, casting a pale glow through the canvas. I sat up slowly, pulling the furs around my shoulders just as the tent flap opened.
Asher walked in first, followed by the old doctor with her bones and beads. My stomach dropped.
“Good morning, poppet,” Asher said. He smiled, but there was something even colder and nastier about it than normal. “The doctor is here to perform a routine checkup on you and the baby.”
“A checkup? Why?”
“Just to make sure everything is progressing as it should.” The doctor shuffled forward. “Lay back down, girl.”
I obeyed, lowering myself onto the mattress. My heart pounded as the doctor pulled the furs away and lifted my shirt, exposing my stomach. She pressed
