Page 107 of Devious Vow


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And coming.

And coming.

I dimly remember wadding a ton of paper towels into my underwear and staggering across campus, trying to call Camille on my phone as I stumbled into the medical center. They took one look at me, bundled me into an ambulance, and drove me here to Greenwich Hospital.

An anembryonic pregnancy usually isn’t that serious. But it is if you start to hemorrhage. The doctors told me it was a bad one, too, and that I was extremely lucky to have gotten here before I bled out.

No part of me feels lucky right now, though.

I’m glancing at my phone to see if Alistair has texted me back yet when the door to my room opens. I look up and smile as Camille walks in and comes to the side of my bed. For all of her crazy, and all her usual “me-me-me” routine, she’s been amazing since she first got here. She didn’t even bother to change out of the gorgeous emerald-green gown she had on for the dance when the hospital reached her and told her what was going on.

“Ice chips?”

She hands me a cup, and I smile weakly as I take it. “Merci bien.”

“Rien.”

I slip a silver of ice between my lips, grimacing as another cramp takes hold.

“Have you…”

She frowns. “Heard from him?” She shakes her head. “No. I’ve left a few messages, though. He hasn’t texted you back yet?”

I shake my head and unlock my phone. Then I peer more closely at the screen.

“That’s weird.”

“What?”

My brow furrows. “It says my texts haven’t even gone through to him. But I have service?”

When I look at my sister, her face falls.

“What?”

“Mine…oh, Eloise…”

“What is it?”

“My texts to him went through just fine.”

“I don’t understand. What are you saying?”

She takes my hand, her mouth twisting. “Honey, I think he blocked you.”

I wince, and this time, it’s not a cramp.

“Why would he…” I shake my head. “No. That’s not like him.”

She looks away.

“What,” I growl quietly.

“Nothing.”

“Camille, just say it.”

“Fine, I will. Because I love you,” she sighs. “This is like Alistair Black, Eloise. You’ve painted a version of him in your head that isn’t real. This is textbook Alistair. He’s an asshole.”

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