Faye

Something’s wrong. Something has to be wrong.

“You’re doing great. Keep pushing, Faye. You’ve got this,” Alma says, her face glistening with sweat and determination while I roar in pain.

Michael clutches my hand, his other hand bracing my inner thigh as I bear down with all the strength I have left, and it’s just not enough.

The castle’s vampire physician murmurs something to Alma. My vision is hazy, dreamlike, but I can just make out Alma’s look of grim concern.

We’ve been at this for hours. All night, and well into the morning. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m so exhausted I can barely...