June looks skeptical for a moment. Then her jaw sets with that feisty determination I love and hate so much. “Then I’m coming with you.”
“I’m not negotiating with you, June. I told you once already: if I let something happen…”
For the second time, I fall silent. I can’t finish that sentence. I won’t finish that sentence.
I clear my throat and glare down at her. “End of discussion.”
“No,” she snaps, folding her arms across her breasts. “Not even close to it. You’re being short-sighted. This is all a power struggle for optics, right? Tug of war between the two big bad wolves? So how do you think it’ll look to everyone who’s on the fence if you show up to Ravil’s party like it means nothing—with your pregnant woman in tow?”
I open my mouth to retort, but the words curdle on my lips. She
