There was a wet, sucking sound followed by a heavy gush of blood. The metal ring moved less than an inch. “It’s not coming out,” I said again in utter anguish, my breaths coming too fast. Gloam let out a long exhale, visibly trying to relax his back muscles again. “Adam, if I could do this myself and spare you this, I would. But I can’t, my love. You can do it. It’s coming. Just pull as hard as you can.” I let out a weak sob and pulled, my arms shaking with the effort. Gloam grunted from the pain,
