*~Caspian POV~*
Is the baby really happening?
What in the world kind of miracle baby is this?
Hazel writhed on the bed, her body soaked in sweat, her face twisted in agony. She twisted, arched, and rolled as if her bones were on fire. We all just stood there, watching in panic, unsure of what to do.
And then Cayden snapped.
"Everyone out. Now!"
His voice was steel. Instantly, the maids and lingering guards fled the room without question.
I turned to him. "What? Why are you clearing the room?"
He ran a hand through his hair, breathing hard, his jaw clenched tight. "We can't trust anybody right now, Caspian. Think about it—someone snuck into the council room and left that damn message about the baby. Now suddenly, Hazel goes into labor? This isn't random. This is planned."
His voice broke on the last word. He was spiraling.
