Page 138 of Blood Red Rage

“This is because of me.”

“Obviously.”

“No.”

I pressed my forehead against hers. “I did this to you.”

Her expression softened. “Viking.”

“You're in pain because of me.”

“I am in labour because we made babies.”

“You could die.” Silence, it was a fucking bad thing to say, very bad.

Bryn's eyes hardened. “Don't.”

“I should never have…”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence.” I stared at her as she squeezed my hand. “You did not do this to me.”

“I got you pregnant.”

“I was there.”

Despite everything, Lucien made a choking sound behind us. Bryn glared over my shoulder. “Not one word.”

“Wasn't going to.”

“You absolutely were.”

Another contraction tore through her. Her fingers crushed mine and I forgot everyone else existed. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Slower.”

“You breathe slower.”

I started breathing slower, she matched me. In. Out. Again. When it passed, she sagged. I kissed her forehead. “I swear to God.”

“What?”

“If you come through this safe, I am never touching you again.”

Her eyes opened. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You are not making vows while panicking.”

“I mean it.”

“You do not.”