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through the doorway, and she didn’t get halfway through the room before the door burst open, crashing into the wall and coming half off its hinges. Lucian barreled through, shoved her aside, and launched himself into the bathroom.
“Arabella.” His voice was a gasp. He fell to his knees beside the bath.
“Too hot,” she cried out. And that was all she could say because the fire had reached her lungs and was closing them down. Her whole body was an inferno, and her baby was thrashing with it. She could see his tiny feet and hands poking against her stomach from the inside. Making her skin undulate and stretch, as if he was trying to claw his way out. To escape the heat. The first race of fear reached her heart as it pumped madly to counteract the heat surge.
Was this it? Was this how she died?
“No, no, no.” Lucian’s hands were on her, finding the bare skin at the back of her neck and placing another in the ice water, palm flat on her belly. “I have you, my love. I have you.” But the panic in his voice was not reassuring. The runes were skittering down his arms to his hands, and Arabella could feel it, like icy fingers were reaching into her, penetrating the blazing hot surface of her skin.
Leonidas appeared at the side of the bath. “Let me help, my brother,” he said in a steely voice rasped with urgency. He reached his hands to her—one to hold her cheek, the other to join his brother’s at her belly. His runes danced along his skin as well. The icy fingers reach deeper inside her, doing battle against the magical heat that was burning throughout her.
“What happened?” Lucian threw the angry words over his shoulder at Cinaed.
Cinaed held up his hands, helpless. “Nothing, my lord, I swear. She was just suddenly overcome. It was much faster this time—” He cut himself off, his eyes wide.
“This time.” The rage in Lucian’s voice made the cool slivers battling the heat in her belly dim a little.
“Focus, brother,” Leonidas ground out. “There will be time for recriminations later.”
Lucian swung his attention back to her, and she could see the fear in his eyes. “I’m not losing you,” he vowed, and she felt the renewed strength in the magic he was pumping into her.
She reached up to his cheek with her hand, which was shaking. When she touched him, it was like his skin was a thousand degrees cooler than hers. “Not today,” she managed, but she wasn’t entirely sure.
Behind Lucian, Rachel was screeching something at Cinaed. The heat had reached into Arabella’s mind and was making it difficult for her to piece the words together. Then Rachel started beating her hands on Cinaed’s chest and cursing at him.
The words finally came through. “You fucking dragons! Fucking men! You always get what you want, even if women have to die for it!”
I’m not going to die. But Arabella couldn’t make her mouth form the words.
Cinaed pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her. She was sobbing into his chest, and he was saying something to her. Something about not being afraid. Something about the magic of love.
The magic of love. Arabella brought her focus back to her baby in her womb, still kicking and thrashing under the fire that was threatening to consume him. She focused on the icy tendrils of magic that were trying to work their way deep inside her. She urged the magic on, coupling it with every ounce of love she had for her baby. You have to live, my little one. You have to live. You have all my love, and all your father’s love, and an entire House of love. She felt her lips move, whispering the words without sound because she had no breath left to spare. But it was working. She could feel the icy magic sinking deeper and deeper, calming the baby, soothing her body.
But it had taken everything she had to give.
Her head lolled back. She would’ve slipped under the water if Lucian and Leonidas’s hands weren’t holding her up. She couldn’t keep
“Arabella.” His voice was a gasp. He fell to his knees beside the bath.
“Too hot,” she cried out. And that was all she could say because the fire had reached her lungs and was closing them down. Her whole body was an inferno, and her baby was thrashing with it. She could see his tiny feet and hands poking against her stomach from the inside. Making her skin undulate and stretch, as if he was trying to claw his way out. To escape the heat. The first race of fear reached her heart as it pumped madly to counteract the heat surge.
Was this it? Was this how she died?
“No, no, no.” Lucian’s hands were on her, finding the bare skin at the back of her neck and placing another in the ice water, palm flat on her belly. “I have you, my love. I have you.” But the panic in his voice was not reassuring. The runes were skittering down his arms to his hands, and Arabella could feel it, like icy fingers were reaching into her, penetrating the blazing hot surface of her skin.
Leonidas appeared at the side of the bath. “Let me help, my brother,” he said in a steely voice rasped with urgency. He reached his hands to her—one to hold her cheek, the other to join his brother’s at her belly. His runes danced along his skin as well. The icy fingers reach deeper inside her, doing battle against the magical heat that was burning throughout her.
“What happened?” Lucian threw the angry words over his shoulder at Cinaed.
Cinaed held up his hands, helpless. “Nothing, my lord, I swear. She was just suddenly overcome. It was much faster this time—” He cut himself off, his eyes wide.
“This time.” The rage in Lucian’s voice made the cool slivers battling the heat in her belly dim a little.
“Focus, brother,” Leonidas ground out. “There will be time for recriminations later.”
Lucian swung his attention back to her, and she could see the fear in his eyes. “I’m not losing you,” he vowed, and she felt the renewed strength in the magic he was pumping into her.
She reached up to his cheek with her hand, which was shaking. When she touched him, it was like his skin was a thousand degrees cooler than hers. “Not today,” she managed, but she wasn’t entirely sure.
Behind Lucian, Rachel was screeching something at Cinaed. The heat had reached into Arabella’s mind and was making it difficult for her to piece the words together. Then Rachel started beating her hands on Cinaed’s chest and cursing at him.
The words finally came through. “You fucking dragons! Fucking men! You always get what you want, even if women have to die for it!”
I’m not going to die. But Arabella couldn’t make her mouth form the words.
Cinaed pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her. She was sobbing into his chest, and he was saying something to her. Something about not being afraid. Something about the magic of love.
The magic of love. Arabella brought her focus back to her baby in her womb, still kicking and thrashing under the fire that was threatening to consume him. She focused on the icy tendrils of magic that were trying to work their way deep inside her. She urged the magic on, coupling it with every ounce of love she had for her baby. You have to live, my little one. You have to live. You have all my love, and all your father’s love, and an entire House of love. She felt her lips move, whispering the words without sound because she had no breath left to spare. But it was working. She could feel the icy magic sinking deeper and deeper, calming the baby, soothing her body.
But it had taken everything she had to give.
Her head lolled back. She would’ve slipped under the water if Lucian and Leonidas’s hands weren’t holding her up. She couldn’t keep
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