ELENA'S POV
The pain didn't stop. That was the first thing I understood. It wasn't a spike or a warning or my body reacting to the stress of the broadcast. It built and built and kept building, low and spreading and rhythmic in a way that my body recognized before my mind caught up to what the rhythm meant.
Nara had me on the floor before I finished processing it.
Not the floor by choice. My legs had made the decision and the rest of me had followed and Nara was there with her hands already moving, her face doing the controlled thing that meant she was reading something serious and choosing how fast to deliver it.
"When did it start?" she said.
"It just started," I said.
"The pain before this. Earlier. How long has it been building?"
I thought about the last hour. About Konstantin w
