*Isla*

The puddle of water sinking into my carpet is the least of my worries as Sydney is panicking. She grabs onto my arm and squeezes, her nails digging into my skin.

“What? My water broke?” she shouts. “That means I’m having this baby right now?”

“Well, soon,” I tell her, prying her fingernails out of my arm. “Come on, let’s go back to your room. I’ll get the healer.”

She starts to walk to my bed. “No! I have to lay down right ...