Chapter Forty-Seven
Crying out for the pain coming from her abdomen was gruesome; Angelique realized time was running out for her babe. Furious kicks from her womb sent shivers all over her person. Angelique groaned, her hands wrapping around her abdomen. The babe was fighting to remain alive.
Whimpering, she suddenly lost her bearing and began to fall.
Rattled from her sudden cry, Ryanne quickly caught her.
Feeling a rush of sparks overpowering her entire body, when Ryanne's hands rested on her bare shoulders, she felt tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
His voice shaking, for the contouring of her face made him scared; Ryanne heart pivoted in his chest when he saw her protecting her abdomen. With concerned eyes, he slowly examined her from head to toe. Her skin was an awful pale and sickly color. His breath hitched, for she was cold to the touch and heavily perspiring.
“I am okay. Please let me go.”