Chapter 16 Birth Of Heirs

• The contractions tore through me like lightning, each one more brutal than the last. The sterile hospital room spun as another wave of pain crashed over my body.
• "Breathe, Anna. Just like we practiced." Samantha's voice anchored me through the fog. Her honey-blonde hair was tucked under a baseball cap, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose despite being indoors. The disguise would have made me laugh under different circumstances.
• "I can't—" My words choked off as another contraction seized me. I clutched the metal railings of the hospital bed, knuckles white.