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The sharp, high cries of the twins filled the cold room. The sound cut right through the heavy quiet left by the storm.
I lay flat on my back, completely drained. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and my hair stuck to my neck and cheeks. Every muscle in my legs and stomach twitched with exhaustion. The horrible pain that felt like it was breaking my hips in two was gone, leaving behind a deep, hollow ache in my lower body. But the warm fire from Hayes’s blood still burned in my chest. It kept my heart beating fast and steady against the cold air coming through the open balcony.
Dr. Logan stepped closer to the bed. His boots made a crunching sound against the broken glass on the floor. He carried a silver tray with sharp scissors and a bowl of warm water. Martha stood right beside
