Elara suddenly cried out in the middle of the quiet garden, doubling over as one of the quadruplets delivered a powerful kick that felt like a tiny lightning strike inside her.
She grabbed the nearest stone bench with both hands, breathing fast through her mouth, her silver-white hair falling forward to curtain her face. The six-pointed star on her collarbone flared brightly for several seconds, pulsing in time with the strong movements inside her belly.
Thorne reached her first, his large hands gently but firmly supporting her shoulders. “Elara! Breathe with me. Slow. Deep.”
Kael dropped the book he was reading and rushed over, kneeling in front of her and placing both hands on her belly. “Which one is it? Talk to us. Is it too strong?”
Ronan, who had been pacing nearby, spun around a
