The dust from the shattered wall hung thick and heavy in the air, tasting of pulverized stone and burnt magic.
I lay on the cracked floor of the interrogation chamber, my body shaking with violent, uncontrollable tremors. The golden shockwave I had just unleashed had completely emptied my reserves. My vision was tunneling into a dark blur, and the warm, terrifying wetness of the blood pooling between my thighs was a silent scream that I had pushed my body past the point of no return.
I was actively losing the pregnancy. The intense stress and the violent surge of my gift were tearing the fragile life away.
"Elara..."
The voice was a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate straight through my bones.
Through the haze of dust and pain, I looked through the jagged hole in the wall. Sila
