“Those are my heirs,” he said, his grip tightening, as though the declaration solidified ownership.
They weren’t.
But I nodded anyway.
“Fine.” He kissed my cheek. “If you want to see your brother, you can. Let’s get you dressed.”
I had sworn I would never set foot in Logan’s den again after I escaped.
But with Reed within arm’s reach, I could endure it.
Especially because Reed had no intention of entertaining Logan’s control.
The moment he saw me, he crossed the room and ripped the tape from my face, yanking the feeding tube free.
The adhesive tore at my skin. The sudden drag of plastic burned all the way down until it slipped out. My eyes flooded instantly, a violent cough shuddering through lungs that felt as though they’d forgotten how to function on their own.
“Reed—” Logan barked.
Reed didn’t so much as flinch. He held the length of tubing up between two fingers like evidence.
“What the hell is this?” he asked calmly.
“Medical support. She wasn’t keeping enough down.” Logan’s hand landed on my thigh. “Do you want your sister sick?”
Reed rolled his eyes, adjusted my glasses, and took the chair across from us.
“She looks like she’s eating fine,” he said mildly, gesturing toward me.
He’d seen me weeks ago.
I knew I didn’t look like this then.
“Yes, but she’s pregnant,” Logan said tightly. “It’s for the babies, not her.”
“Right.” Reed leaned back. “So how far along is she?”
Carefully, I signed:You know how far along I am.
Reed gave a subtle shake of his head and lifted one finger.
Wait.
What are you doing?
“I’m not sure how you found your sister,” Logan said smoothly, “but we’ve been trying for an heir since the day we married.”
“Sure,” Reed replied. “But give me a number. Twins run in the family. Makes it hard to tell.”
Logan hesitated.
He had to know, didn’t he? With how badly he’d wanted this?
His gaze slid down my body and settled on my stomach.
“Forty-three,” he said confidently.
My breath caught.
