Chapter 97

Rayne's POV

I always found the mix of sunshine and rain strangely fascinating. A light drizzle patterned on the windows, just as sunlight pierced through their wet transparent bodies. People always held superstitions concerning what they meant. Some would say that a lion was giving birth. Or that a bird had lost its feather and was searching for it. So many tales conceived for the main purpose of making the phenomenon appear more divine than a simple mere coincidence.

“Push, Rayne. I can see the head,” coaxed Sal. A wave of contraction surged through me so strongly at that point that my vision blurred and my throat released a hoarse cry.

I watched her from between my spread thighs, pushing the muscles of my belly so hard that I feared it would burst before the child even made it through. No progression occurred, and I threw my head back into the sweat-soaked pillows, panting.

“I can't anymore. I'm so tired.”

Sal rolled her eyes. “Very funny. You definitely weren't tired getting it on