Chapter 17

• BLAIR POV
• My legs ache, knotted from hours spent crossed-legged. But I can't tear my gaze away from Nathaniel Paul Damian. They say birth is beautiful. But beautiful? Honey, there was nothing beautiful about that. Pushing a whole human out of...well, you get it. Shocking doesn't even begin to describe it.
• Still, the aftershocks of that chaos haven't worn off. My head's spinning, trying to catch up with the reality that I, Blair, am now a mother.