Amullette woke up gradually. She felt a slight pain in her abdomen and placed her hand on her contracting bump. She looked around and felt sense of familiarity but it took her a while to realize where exactly she was. She was in her old room on Devestion’s ship.
It had been a long time since Devestion had brought her to this room. But, many of the things she had left behind were still there. Her clothes, her shoes, even the dress she’d bought for their wedding that never happened. The pain of a contraction hit her hard and she cried out.
The door to her room opened and Daven hurried through. She was happily surprised to see him but could not get her mind around anything other than the pain that was shooting through her abdomen and working its way up her back.
“Take my hand,” he said and Amullette immediately obeyed.