Aurora’s POV
Pain pinned me flat against the cold wooden floor.
Broken glass from the shattered bulb was scattered everywhere, and the room was pitch-black except for the strange golden light still burning across my belly.
Martha scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, ignoring the glass, and grabbed me under my arms. Her hands were shaking violently, but she pulled with all the strength she had.
“Get back on the bed, Aurora!” Martha cried, her voice cracking with fear. “Get up, girl, come on!”
Sobbing from the agony, I clawed my way back onto the mattress. I pulled my knees up, clutching Martha’s hand so tightly that my nails dug into her skin.
“Martha, I cannot do this.”
“Yes, you can,” she said, even though her own face was white as chalk. “You do not have a choice, gi
