Nevara
When I woke, the physician stood over the bed with blood on one sleeve and fear he had not managed to hide.
Thoren held my hand. Drake stood near the wall, silent for once. Kael had one arm around him, but his eyes never left me.
“What happened?” I asked.
The physician looked toward my stomach. “Another development surge.”
“Less than two days after the last one?”
“Yes.”
“Larger than the last?” Thoren asked.
“Yes.”
“How much larger?”
He hesitated.
“Months.”
No one spoke.
The physician checked my pulse again. “His organs have advanced. His size has increased. He is moving into a position consistent with birth.”
Relief tried to enter the room. Then I saw the physician’s face.
“How long?” Thoren asked. “Until our son is ready?”
“At this rate, perhaps days.”
Thoren’s gri
