Lyra
I was pregnant.
It was impossible.
I was so shocked I momentarily forgot all about my hatred for Liam and the throbbing pain at my sides.
How?
When?
I struggled to trace it back—the last time with Liam. I had been so caught up in lust that I couldn’t remember if we used protection or not.
And now this is the result. The voice in my head mocked.
Cold dread washed over me, replacing the old, familiar one of death.
“But… I’m sick, Lewis. I’m literally on death row. How was I able to conceive? And the baby? How is it? Surely it won’t survive this poison in my blood, right?”
“It will.”
“What?”
“Your baby will survive, Lyra.” His grip on my hand tightened, and he inhaled deeply. “The doctors ran some tests. The pup is healthy and growing just fine.”
I shook my head, conf
