Chapter Twenty-Seven -Bloodlines
The hall was so quiet Evandra could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Behind the birthing chamber door, the healers worked frantically, Chelsea’s cries cutting in and out like the desperate rhythm of a storm. Jalen hadn’t moved since they were shoved out—his hands shook, his body trembling with rage and fear, his eyes glassy with tears he hadn’t stopped trying to hold back.
Evandra kept her gaze fixed on the door, refusing to let herself fidget, refusing to let him see her uncertainty. Sage paced inside her chest, restless and bristling. We’ll know soon. We’ll know what this child means.
Then footsteps thundered down the corridor. Osiris rounded the corner, red hair wild, his green eyes narrowing when he saw them. Jalen—shoulders hunched, eyes
