Chapter 115. Welcome, Princess Eolande

Cassian POV

‘My water broke.’

Lyra’s words in our private mind-link have me tearing out of the meeting room without a word to Turgan or the others, sprinting down the hallway. ‘I’ll come get you.’

‘They’re taking me down to the birthing room already,’ she says. ‘Meet me there.’

I switch directions and run down another hall, staff members stepping out of my way as I pass. We’ve had a room in the castle prepared for this moment with all the herbs and equipment the healer will need, along with a comfortable bed and all the things Lyra has said will make her as relaxed as possible for the labor.

‘Where is Elara?’

Lyra doesn’t answer me for a moment, and I can feel a change in our bond—my mate is in pain. My stomach tightens as I run faster.