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I shoved back with all I had and slapped him across the cheek. His smile faded and he rubbed his cheek, a murderous glare in his eyes. “Guess I deserved that.” He nodded toward the bar. “Tell your watch dog to keep his distance.”
Jedrik weaved his way toward us. Shit, starting a fight in Liam’s club would be suicide. “Back off, Arrow. I’ll handle this.”
“Sass, what the hell?”
“I said leave it. He won’t hurt me. Get out of here.”
“Sass, I don’t think—”
“Please.”I heard him sigh and knew he’d listen.
“Wouldn’t Waleron like to know he’d sired a child? Well, a dead one, but still.”
“You goddamn bastard,” I shot back, fury enveloping my entire body and the wine glass on the table trembled. Before long, my rage would erupt a domino effect of shattered glass.
“Calm down, beautiful. Your secret is safe, but it comes with a price. Until Abigail has gone through detox, I want you.”
“That’s impossible,” I said. “You can’t have me any longer. I told you it’s over.”
“Oh, but it isn’t. And I can. You’ve hidden many things from Waleron, including the pregnancy. You can hide this, too.”
Months of hell, running, pregnant and alone. When I couldn’t run any longer—hiding. “And if I say screw you?”
He hesitated, as if making certain he had my full attention. “Then I kill your child,” Liam said, his expression waiting for my reaction.
“My child is dead. You just said so yourself. I miscarried.” What the hell was he playing at?
He chuckled. “I see your perplexity. To be expected, of course. It was a long time ago.” He shrugged. “You see, you don’t know if I’m lying, and yet, as a mother, you can’t take the chance that I’m not.” His fingers bit into my waist. “But, my love, I will have the witch. And if you don’t find a way to bring her to me alive after detox—then I will kill your very much alive child.”
No. No, he was lying. I’d seen my baby born. They’d shown me the body. “You’re lying.”
“Perhaps.” His hand slid up my arm and caressed the back of my neck. I went to pull away, but his grip tightened. “But think about it, Delara. How did I know about your pregnancy? How did I know you carried until the eighth month?”
My knees gave out and I would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for his arm around my waist. His teeth nipped the tip of my ear before he said, “Tell your friends to keep the witch alive and I will keep your child alive. I think that’s a fair exchange.”
Bile rose in my throat and I swallowed several times. No. God, please no. Please, this would destroy Waleron. I wanted desperately for it to be true, but it couldn’t be. It was impossible.
But I felt like a piece of glass breaking into tiny fragments.
Oh God. I choked back a sob.
“I’m curious as to how long before I see Waleron at my door?” He stroked his finger down my arm. “How long before he tries to rescue his love from my bed? How long before he discovers the truth?”
