Very quickly, the whole group finished preparing. Carrying their gifts, they boarded a shuttle and set off for the hospital.
By the time they arrived, the moment they stepped off, they spotted a familiar face.
"Sylas?" Jasper frowned slightly as he looked into the distance. "What is he doing here? This is a hospital that specifically admits pregnant females."
Standing beside Sylas was a woman.
She wasn't very tall—petite and delicately built—but her figure was gracefully curved in all the right places.
Her features were exquisitely refined. Beautiful in a way that felt almost… deliberate. As if every line of her face had been carved with perfect precision—no more, no less.
At that moment, she tilted her head up slightly, a soft, gentle smile resting on her lips as she spoke to Sylas in a quiet voice.
Sunlight poured over her, wrapping her in a warm, downy glow, making her seem harmless.
Rory watched the two of them, her voice low.
