I could hear Zander cry for me, his voice broken. “Eva?!”

“My baby,” I bit out. “Something is wrong with my baby.”

“Stephen! We need to get them both out of here,” William instructed.

All I could feel was this pressure and pain gathering in my lower abdomen before the sharp shooting daggers that were trying to pierce my belly.

Spots distorted the vision as I tried to brave the pain but it was only intensifying with each passing second.

William ...