Author's Pov
Ianthe stepped off the bed, half-asleep, half-awake. She took a few steps forward—stopped.
It was foggy, so foggy that she could barely see her fingers in front of her face. Where... where had the fog come from?
She flinched suddenly as she felt a kick to her stomach.
The baby. The baby....
Another kick had her wincing and grabbing on to her stomach. Then another kick.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she chanted against the kicks and the pain.
The kicks stopped, as if the baby could hear her.
She sighed in relief and wiped her suddenly sweaty forehead with the back of her hand.
She peered into the fog again, and something propelled her to take another step forward, deeper into the fog.
She thought she saw movement. “Who's there?” She asked. “Come out now.”
It would be one of
