Fine.
If her body knew, then it had better finish this quickly before she fired it from living inside her.
Another pain came before she could complain out loud.
This one was deep and cruel. It gripped her from her lower back to her stomach and dragged a scream from her throat so loudly that even the two experienced women flinched. Cyrus immediately held her tighter from behind, his chest pressed against her back, his bitten arm near her mouth again in case she needed it. His face was pale now, far too pale, but his eyes stayed fixed on her as if the whole room could disappear and he would still see only Isabella.
"Push now," the older woman said.
Isabella pushed.
She pushed with everything she had left.
