MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
stay.
The connection snapped.
"I can't just stay," I whispered into the dark.
My stomach cramped, not with pain, but with a surge of energy that made the skin over my abdomen glow with a faint, violet luminescence. The child was reacting to the violence outside. It was feeding on Nevan’s adrenaline, pulling it through the bridge like a vacuum. The heartbeat inside me was no longer a pulse; it was a rhythmic throb that matched the frequency of the Cónclave’s heavy machinery digging into the rock above us.