Zane POV
I watched as they carried her to the ritual room. She couldn't stop screaming as the contractions were hitting every few minutes. I held her hand the entire way, felt her bones grinding together from how hard she held on.
"I've got you," I kept saying. "I've got you." But I didn't 'got her.' In fact, I had nothing just empty words while she died in my arms.
The ritual room was barely prepared as candles were scattered around and symbols were drawn hastily on the floor in chalk. The Matilt moved like a deranged person, gathering bottles and herbs, while muttering and cursing under her breath.
"Lay her in the center," she said.
We did and Zephyr's face was turning gray as sweat poured off her. When another contraction hit, she arched off the floor.
"It's coming," she gasped. "
