LYRA'S POV
I was literally being dragged out of the shrine through the pain until someone lifted my legs off the ground.
I was giving birth. My baby was coming into this world. If I had been able to succeed in my attempt yesterday, I wouldn't have met my baby. The pain was relentless. It was like I was being stabbed in the same spot many times over.
They finally put me down on the bed. It was the same room that I was taken out of this morning.
“Who's going to deliver the baby for her?“ I heard someone shout to be heard above my groan.
“Will you shut up?“ Someone delivered a stinging slap on my bare thighs, and I clamped my mouth shut before yelling out in pain. Someone got me out of the heavy clothes they forced me into this morning.
“She will be here soon.“ I hope it was someone
