Claire's POV

A sharp pain twisted in my stomach, stealing my breath.

I tried to straighten, but my knees buckled. Damian caught me instantly. His arm locked securely around my waist, supporting my weight.

That fierce pulse inside me fluttered.

Another wave of pain rolled through me, hitting deeper this time. My hand pressed over my womb.

The baby. Please. Not my baby.

Damian’s arm tightened.

His body went deadly still. Dangerous heat radiated from him. I heard his slow breathing near my ear.

He wanted to destroy something. But his hand stayed over mine, bracing me while I breathed through the agony.

Elara’s voice called from ahead. “Your Majesty,...