Elara’s hand suddenly flew to her belly as a sharp, unexpected flutter made her gasp and nearly drop the cup of herbal tea she was holding.
The cup slipped from her fingers and shattered on the stone floor of the private family sitting room, hot liquid splashing across her bare feet. She stood frozen, staring down at the broken pieces, her other hand pressing firmly against her stomach.
Thorne was beside her in two strides, his strong arm wrapping around her waist to steady her. “Elara? What’s wrong? Is it the babies?”
Kael quickly knelt and began picking up the broken shards with careful hands, his warm amber eyes looking up at her with concern. “Talk to us. Did one of them kick too hard?”
Ronan jumped up from his chair, messy dark hair falling into his eyes as he moved closer, hoveri
