“I’m okay.” I want to make him feel better. Timofey has lost so much already. Too much. I don’t want him to worry about me, too.
He arches a brow. His icy blue eyes are dubious. “I just found you curled in the fetal position on the sidewalk. You aren’t ‘okay.’”
“Noelle pushed me and I—”
“Stop.” His voice is quiet, but commanding. He revs the engine and peels away from the curb. “Don’t talk about her right now. If you tell me what she did or where she is, I’ll leave you at the emergency room and hunt her down. I’ll kill her for this, Piper. So don’t tell me. Not yet.”
Noelle lied to me, but do I want her to die? It’s scary to admit that the answer might not be “no.” So I decide to stay quiet until I can see a doctor. Until I know whether my baby is safe or not.
Timofey soars through th
