Ravyn
The contractions came faster now—sharp waves that stole her breath and twisted her belly into knots. Sweat slicked her brow as the room swirled in a haze of magic and adrenaline. Voices blurred in the background—nurses shouting vitals, Moira chanting incantations, Grayson’s steady growl of comfort—but all Ravyn could focus on was the rhythm of her body and the steady pulse that wasn’t hers.
Two pulses.
Two heartbeats.
Two lives.
Her twins.
Our twins.
Her gaze darted to the two men on either side of her. Grayson’s hand engulfed hers, grounding her with every squeeze, his gray eyes burning with a fierce kind of devotion. On her other side, Cassian stood close but careful, his usual quiet confidence muted to a solemn intensity. Both men wore their love and fear openly—different,
