Grace pov
Pain.
That was my entire world now—wave after wave of contractions that felt like my body was being torn in half. I had fought rogues, survived silver wounds, endured three years of brutal mountain training, but nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared me for this level of agony.
"You're doing great, Grace," Sarah encouraged from between my legs. "Eight centimeters dilated. Almost there."
"Almost?" I gasped. "Sarah, I swear to god, if you say 'almost' one more time—"
Another contraction hit, cutting off my threat. I squeezed Jace's hand with enough force that I heard bones creak. Good. He deserved to suffer too. This was his fault. His DNA. His child currently trying to rip its way out of my body.
"Breathe through it," Jace said, using the calming voice we had practiced in b
