Elara suddenly gasped and pressed both hands to her belly as a powerful flutter exploded inside her, nearly knocking her off balance in the middle of the quiet garden path.
She stumbled forward, catching herself on a low stone bench, breathing fast through her mouth. The six-pointed star on her collarbone glowed brightly for a few seconds before fading.
Thorne was at her side in an instant, his strong hand gently supporting her elbow. “Elara? What happened?”
Kael, with his charismatic smile and silver-streaked dark hair, hurried over from the flower beds, wiping dirt from his hands on his pants. “The babies again?”
Ronan, the youngest with his restless energy and sharp features, dropped the watering can he was holding and rushed toward her. “Talk to us. Are they kicking too hard?”
Ela
