Skye's brows arched.
“Your parents?”
I nodded.
“Both of them?”
I nodded again. Reed said they were all involved in a car accident less than a month later, mom and dad died, but he got out unharmed. Something about sitting in the back seat. Although, I wasn’t sure I believed him.
The people who mistreated me, down to bullies in school, had a habit ofdisappearing.
Sometimes they’d drop off the earth without warning, other times they’d end up in the hospital. One omega, who got particularly nasty after catching me curled up with Reed during lunch one day, ended up moving to Africa with her family. No notice. No goodbye. Just gone.
Coincidence, maybe. But it always happened rightafterReed found out what they’d done.
I never asked.
He never offered.
But it was easy enough to connect the dots.
And, while Reed didn’t know what Logan did to me, I’m sure he didn’t have to work hard to figure out where I went.
Logan Stellar had been obsessed with me since I was a kid. To him, we were going to get married, I’d be his wife, it was never an if, always a when.
And part of me thought the Stellars artificially engineered my parents debt just so Logan could get his hands on me easier.
Skye shifted beside me, huffing as he peeled his tank top off and tossed it aside. The heat had his dark hair curling at the edges, and his pale skin shimmered with sweat. His bump was full and round, stretched tight across his stomach, and his tattoos twisted slightly with every breath he took.
A sudden thump of movement caused his stomach to jolt and I wrinkled my nose.
He groaned, resting a hand just below his ribs. “Oh my God, feel this.”
I stared at him, completely unwilling to feel anything.
“No, seriously,” he insisted, grabbing my wrist and pressing my hand to his stomach.
Before I could recoil, an unmistakable kick hit my palm. He let me go then, and I wiped my hand on my dress, cleaning it as I would if I touched something slimy.
“What?” He challenged.
I blinked at him.
“Don’t look at me like that, she’s just a baby.” He gestured toward his stomach, which proceeded to undulate. Again.
My face twisted, and I scooted half an inch away.
“You’re such a hypocrite.” Skye rolled his eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t fall out of his head. “You know your baby is going to do the exact same thing, right?”
I didn’t answer, just looked down at my own stomach.
“Vi, you do know that, right?” He pressed.
I hadn’t really thought twice about it, but I suppose it made sense. My babies were alive and someday they would move.
What does it feel like?I signed.
Skye’s brows pulled together. “The baby?”
