Chapter 141

• A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.
• Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Daemonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed.
• "Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.