Chapter 165

Emily’s POV

By the time Nathan and I reached the main house, Beatrice’s screams were echoing through the entire upper floor. Every instinct inside me twisted. Fear, agony, grief—I could feel all of it through our bond so strongly it made me nauseous.

Nathan shoved the bedroom doors open, slamming them against the wall.

“Beatrice!” I gasped.

She was curled on the bed, drenched in sweat, clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles were white. Her hair stuck to her tear-streaked face while another contraction ripped through her body, twisting her in pure agony.

“AHH—!”

The sound tore right through me. I rushed to her side.

“Hey, hey—breathe,” I said quickly, reaching for her shaking hands. “You’re okay. We’re here now.”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” She ripped her hand away violently, the sheer hatred in her eyes catching me completely off guard.

“This is your fault!” she sobbed, coughing through the pain. “Ryan is dead beca