I froze at the door, watching the woman I wronged: my wrong enemy grip the metal deck, eyes wide open in sheer horror as she pushed.

Eliara's scream sliced the air as she gasped, writhed and giving birth in her own blood.

When I overcame my shock, I darted towards her instantly, “Elira,” my arms were around her, holding her head up as I watched her face.

Dirt and dried blood coated her skin, while fresh blood dropped from the cuts on her head and then my gaze dropped down again, disbelief settling deep within me.

She was pregnant. She was pregnant: long enough to be in labour now and...