In the dimly lit room, a sense of urgency hung heavy in the air. The trickling liquid along his thigh had shifted from transparent to a hazy yellow hue. Despite his efforts, Colneth struggled to close his legs, his body still tingling from recent intense activity. His senses were awash with sensations, his lower region pulsating, a sensation of something pressing against him. He knew he couldn't hide this from Dalgliesh any longer.
"It seems... my water broke," Colneth admitted, his voice strained as the truth spilled from his lips. "Looks like it's going to be an early delivery."
Lost in the aftermath of his climax, Colneth hadn't initially realized the extent of the liquid escaping him. As his abdomen began to ache more and more, and the flow from his lower body increased, the reality of his situation became undeniable. The chaos he had experienced earlier, the pressure on his belly from those men—it all pointed to one thing: his baby was coming sooner than expected.
