Fin felt it on his arm, along with her pain. It was so bad, a raw, ragged sound escaped his throat and he was sweating bullets.
Elias stared at him. "You look like you're giving birth."
Fin bared his teeth. "It's her. I feel it through the matebond."
"Do you want me to time the contractions, or…"
Fin's glare could have set the bedpost on fire.
✦✦✦
Serena saw Dexmon's cuffs glow white, then red, then split apart and hit the stone floor in molten pieces.
Dexmon dropped from the chains, landing in a crouch, his wounds knitting shut in real time as the pink Fae magic raced into his bloodstream and closed everything it touched. He didn't need to pause to process it.
Dual blades formed in his hands, conjured from the fire and ice still coursing through him, one burning gold and the other frosted white.
The Dark Fae turned.
It didn't get a second word out. Dexmon buried both blades into its chest in a single motion, crossed at the sternum, and ripped them outward.
