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And shit.

Maybe I did love him as more than a friend.

My mother shook her head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nyah. You know nothing about babies. You can’t do this here; with these men you barely know.”

“I know them better than I know you,” I snarled at her. “And isn’t that sad? These men I’ve known for a matter of months, I know better than the people I was raised with. So forgive me if I turn down your most gracious offer.” My voice dripped with thick sarcasm. “Because I am going to raise this baby here. With them.”

My mother shook her head. “You’ll see, Nyah. You’ll see you need us.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Luca asked, his voice cold as steel.

My mother just shook her head sadly. “We should go now, Jeremiah. We came here to say what we had to say. She’ll return when she realizes we’re right.” She took one last lingering look at me. “Carlos is having a party in two weeks’ time. At the Swarsguard Ballroom in the city. We were invited before all of this blew up, and we plan to attend and try to make amends with Carlos. I think you should do the same.”

I ground my molars, watching the two of them get back in their car and drive away.

“Good riddance,” Luca muttered.

“Fuck them,” Lynx added.

I said nothing. I let the anger and rage build up inside me.

Because it was a fire that wiped away the nagging worry that maybe they were right.

24

NYAH

Dear Diary,

I’ve reached new lows. I had a whole conversation with my father with an ass plug in.

My bedroom door cracked off the wall behind it, and I winced, waiting for the sprinkle of plaster dust sure to tinkle down to the scuffed floorboards. When it didn’t come, I was grateful, because fixing a hole in the wall wasn’t high on my priority list when I was this pissed off.

The sentiment echoed around the room, in Luca staring out of the window with his jaw set so tightly I would be surprised if it weren’t painful. He tried to unclench his fists but every time he managed, within seconds, his fingers curled up again like they had a mind of their own.

Lynx perched on my lumpy mattress, his shoulders stiff, jaw tense.

I paced the short length of my room with choppy strides and so much anger it was surprising there wasn’t steam coming out of my ears. “I can’t believe them. How dare they come here and say those things? What gives them the right?”

Lynx caught my hand the next time I stormed past him.

My bottom lip wobbled.

“Shh, baby.” He tugged me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me, like he wanted me to know the world outside these walls and the people in it could no longer hurt me. Not while he was here to protect me from it.

I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deeply, the tremors in my body subsiding as he rubbed a slow hand up and down my back.

“I hate them so much,” I whispered. “They’re wrong. I can do this without them.”

“You don’t have to,” Lynx assured me. “You have us.”

I sobbed quietly into his chest, but that only pissed me off more. “Ugh, I hate these fucking pregnancy hormones! I hate crying over people who never cared about me. Why am I even upset they think I’m going to be a terrible mother?”

Luca frowned at me. “Stop it.”

I lifted my head and glared at him. “Don’t you think I would if I could? I can’t help it, Luca! It’s the hormones!”

Lynx held me tightly, rocking me like I was a child.