The storm prowled across the horizon long before the clouds opened. Jasmine felt it deep in her bones, every low rumble of thunder echoing her own pulse. The air pressed down heavy, thick with more than rain. It wasn’t the sky she feared—it was the power coiled inside her womb.

Life stirred within her, but this was no ordinary stirring. It was prophecy given flesh.

Her palms pressed hard against the curve of her belly, where the twins shifted with unnatural awareness. They weren’t restless with kicks, nor were they simply stretching. No, their movements carried rhythm—two heartbeats out of sync, two flames locked in combat, fighting for dominance before...