Soren Vane Delve leaned back in a chair in the Alchemist's underground laboratory, his white silk robes soaked with cold sweat that sparkled like molten silver. The lower floors of the Veridian Palace were filled with tension. In the solar and hanging gardens, the air was alive with the scent of jasmine and the soft, moist sighs of the Mother Tree.
But here, under the marble and silk, the atmosphere was suffocating and humid. His fingers, looking pale and soft, were gripping the edge of the table made of mahogany so hard that the wood was creaking.
His mind was like a static storm. The baby's heartbeat was loud, the pain in his lower abdomen got worse, his mind was racing, and he almost passed out from all the feelings he was having. Through the Bond, he could sense Lucian.
He'd come back earlier than Soren thought he would.
