Damien was at her side in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders as she writhed in pain. His sharp eyes scanned her body, searching for an injury. "What’s happening? Were you hit?"
Raven gasped, clutching her abdomen, her nails digging into the fabric of her clothes. "No—no, it’s the baby," she panted, her voice strained with pain. "I think—I think I’m in labor."
Damien’s expression darkened with disbelief. "That can’t be," he said, shaking his head. "It’s too soon."
"Apparently not," she ground out between gritted teeth, another wave of agony ripping through her. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her breath came in short, panicked gasps. "Because she’s coming. And she’s coming now."
Damien didn’t waste another second. Scooping her into his arms, he moved with blinding speed, sprin
