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“Our lives have been filled with the baby.”
    “Perhaps you should do something just for Zoey. Before the baby arrives.”
    “Exactly my thought.”
    ***
    “The baby’s coming!” Zoey let out a loud groan, leaning over as pain engulfed her. “Fuck. Shit. Oh God, that hurts. I thought labor started off slow and easy.”
    There was nothing slow or easy about this. This was hard and fast. There was very little time between the God awful contractions rocking her body.
    Boris moved up next to her, sweeping her against his chest with his arm beneath her legs. He sat her on the hover chair.
    “This walk was a bad idea.”
    Boris grunted. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Once she was out of the palace, she’d felt freer, as though she could breathe. But the pains in her stomach had quickly escalated into the most excruciating agony she’d ever experienced.
    Boris pushed the hover chair forward, but the slight up-down motion immediately made her gag, nausea immediately bubbling in her stomach.
    “Stop!” she demanded.
    He halted immediately, and she heaved over the side, spilling what little was in her stomach onto the ground.
    “I can’t. I can’t.” She slipped out of the chair, falling to her knees. The impact hurt, but it was nothing compared to the big picture. Giz cuddled in next to her, and she grabbed hold of his fur. He steadied her enough that she could think. She glanced up at Boris. “You need to go for help. Get Thor.”
    He shook his head, pulling out his communicator with a frown as he tapped it.
    “Boris!” she yelled. “I cannot have this baby here.”
    He didn’t look happy, and she knew why.
    Boris was strong. A tough bastard. But he only had one arm, and if he carried her, he couldn’t hold his weapon, effectively making them a target. Not that anyone should attack them here. But she had been kidnapped before when she thought she was safe.
    Suddenly, Boris stiffened, his hand moving to his weapon.
    “H-hello?” A hesitant, feminine voice called out, and Zoey looked up as one of the human women stepped forward, into the light from a nearby lamp. Two small boys pressed up against her. “I-is everything okay?”
    The woman gave Boris a frightened look.
    “Lucy. It is Lucy, right? I’m in labor, and I can’t move. And Boris can’t carry me and defend me. And we can’t get hold of anyone. Their communicators are probably on silent because of the mating ceremony. I need you to get Dex. And Thor. Can you do that for me?”
    She nodded. “Y-yes. I was just at the palace. I’ll get them.”
    “Thank you. And Lucy, please hurry.”
     
    Lucy raced towards the palace. The boys ran ahead of her, full of energy. She had offered to mind them for their parents, so they could stay at the ceremony and celebrate. She tried to push herself faster, but her body was tired. It had been deprived of the nutrients it needed for so long that she felt constantly fatigued. Her lungs burned as they reached the palace.
    Thor. She had to find Thor.
    The handsome healer took up way too many of her thoughts lately. His kind smile and calm manner could be a ruse. She had known men who appeared to be charming and kind on the outside and were rotten underneath. Until Rye rescued her, the only men she’d known had been violent assholes.
    But she was free. She could make her own decisions. She never intended to make the same mistakes she had before. Even if that meant she spent the rest of her life alone.
    Except when she looked at Thor. Then her body stirred in ways she’d thought herself no longer capable of. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Charming. He had a calm, confident air that drew her.
    She couldn’t forget that not everyone was as they appeared.
    But as she entered the large room where Willa and Darac’s ceremony had been held, it was his face she searched for. She’d only met the Crown Prince once. He had the power to take all this away from her, so she avoided him. Not hard, they didn’t exactly