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She was incredibly fortunate it was her sister whose footsteps made her look up with a grimace. Masquerade was already in a vulnerable state, these awful cramps notwithstanding. But as a third one wrenched through the bowl of her pelvis, tearing loose a little cry of agony, she knew she was a sitting duck.

Her entire body curled when Redd came closer, her sister’s presence allowing her to submit completely to the pain for a moment. Her gold eyes sought Redd’s gaze, teeming with gratitude. I’m so happy you’re here, her expression said, even though Masque couldn’t speak through the grit of her teeth.

When the pain eased again, she panted out, Cramps. They’re no joke. But hopefully they were just a normal part of the pregnancy; she wasn’t sure. I was trying to bring this your way, she added, deep voice still a little thready as she nosed at the dropped rabbit.