Mia’s POV
The SUV sped through the dark city streets, tires screeching as Damien’s driver took sharp turns to lose any tails. I sat pressed against Damien in the back seat, his blood staining my skin, his arm locked around my waist like he was afraid I would vanish if he let go. The forced proximity in the moving car felt suffocating and intimate all at once. His body heat surrounded me, his ragged breathing brushed against my neck, and every bump in the road reminded me I was still naked under the thin robe I had grabbed during the escape.
My hand rested on my belly, protective and trembling. The paternity test results Elias had shown us haunted me. 99.8% match. Those numbers burned behind my eyes. Was everything Damien had told me a lie? Was the child growing inside me really not his?
