Page 215 of Marrying the Savage

That is all. No hello. No explanation.

No apology for walking out when I told him I was pregnant.

I look at him. “Where were you?”

His face gives nothing away. “Working.”

“Try again.”

“Sofia.”

I stand. “No. Don’t say my name like that and expect me to calm down. Why is my door locked?”

His jaw tightens. “For your safety.”

The words hit exactly where they are meant to.

“Right,” I say. “You think I’m a fool?”

His face remains passive. “On the contrary.”

I frown. What’s that supposed to mean?

“Do you think it isn’t yours?”

His eyes flash. “Don’t ask me that.”

“Then answer one of the other questions.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You won’t.”

His silence is confirmation.

I look down at my stomach. There’s still nothing to see. I place my palm there anyway because suddenly I need to feel that at least one person in this room is with me.

Damir sees the movement. Something moves across his face. Pain, maybe. Anger. I don’t know anymore. “You need to eat,” he says again.

I almost laugh. “You locked me in a room and came here to discuss toast?”

“I came to make sure you are well.”

“No, you came to make sure I am contained.”

His face hardens.

“Is this what happens now?” I ask. “I become another thing in your house that must be watched?”

“No.”

“Then open the door.”

He doesn’t move. There is my answer.

I nod once, because if I keep speaking, I will beg, and I refuse to beg him after everything. “Leave,” I say.

His expression changes. “Sofia⁠—”