chapter 43

Valen The phone temporarily cuts out as it goes through my Bluetooth, and I can hear Everly giving the council a mouthful. “Valen!” she groans through gritted teeth. Pain courses through the bond as I race to get to her. “Nearly there. Hold on,” I tell her, tearing through the streets. This explains the council canceling at the last minute, but why is another question? Yet right now, I have a one-track mind: get to my mate. “Touch me again, and I will gut you!” I hear Everly growl at someone. “Grab my bag! Over there, you idiot! Now move! Unless you want to deliver my babies, get out of my way,” she snarls, groaning as another contraction hits her. I press my foot harder on the accelerator when I hear her panting as she breathes through another. Marcus white-knuckles his seat as we skid around another corner, the car sliding out and narrowly missing some parked cars before I pull it back. “It's too early! It's too early, Valen!” I hear Everly cry out. It’s early, yes, but we had hoped