Avery’s POV
“Pick it up.”
Asher’s voice was cold. He was standing beside me, arms crossed, watching me as I stared at the silver needle in my trembling hand.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“You can. And you will.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “Unless you’d prefer to take the abortion drug instead. I have it right here.” He patted his pocket. “One dose, and the baby will be gone by morning. Your choice.”
I shuddered and looked at Gideon. He was in his cage, gagged and bound. His eyes were wide, pleading. Begging me not to do this.
But I had no choice. It was either this, or lose my child forever. An impossible decision, but one I had to make nonetheless.
I swallowed hard and approached the cage. My legs felt like lead.
