CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR:
“Push, Lyra! You’re almost there!”
The doctor’s voice cut through the chaos of the delivery room, but all Lyra could hear was the thunder of her own heartbeat and Dimitri’s desperate grip on her hand. Pain ripped through her like fire. She screamed, bearing down with everything she had left.
“I can’t,” she gasped, sweat pouring down her face, tears mixing with it. “It hurts too much. The baby—”
“You can,” Dimitri growled, voice raw and fierce right beside her ear. His hand was shaking but his eyes never left hers. “You hear me? You fought mafia kings. You survived bullets and blood and hell itself. This baby is coming into a world we made safe. Push, love. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
Lyra let out another guttural cry, pushing through the agony. Monitors beeped
