Nevara
The baby kicked once more beneath our hands.
Thoren’s expression shifted from wonder to alarm so quickly that I almost laughed.
“That is not funny,” he said.
“I did not say anything.”
“You were about to.”
Drake leaned around Kael. “For what it is worth, I think the tiny royal has excellent timing.”
Thoren ignored him and reached for the phone.
“You are calling the physician again?” I asked.
“Our child has apparently advanced far enough to kick.”
“He left less than half an hour ago.”
“And now there is new information.”
The physician answered quickly. After Thoren explained, he asked whether I felt pain, cramping, dizziness, or anything else unusual.
“No,” I said. “Only movement.”
“That is encouraging,” he replied. “Unexpectedly early, but encouraging. It confirms the ac
