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“Lyam!” She grimaces and turns away. “Please. Leave me. I’m so tired.”
I get to my feet.
“We’ll talk about this more tomorrow. Don’t think for a minute that you’re no longer my prisoner. This changes nothing.”
Fuck, it changes everything.
“Right,” she says on a yawn, lying back on the bed, her eyes closing.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened.”
When she doesn’t respond, I look more closely at her just before she lightly snores. I stare at her. She fell asleep just like that? Well, sheispregnant, which likely means she’s probably exhausted.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with her, but keeping her prisoner until she gives birth might be my only choice.
I look around the room and don’t see what I’m looking for. She’s asleep on top of the blanket, and I don’t want to wake her. She might be my prisoner, but she’s a pregnant prisoner, and those two things don’t seem to go hand in hand very well.
Jesus.
I find a spare blanket in the closet and open it up, laying it over her. No need for her to get cold, not when she’s carrying a baby that could be mine.
I check the windows.
I check the locks.
Then I leave, and head to my room.
I wish I could call my brothers. I can imagine how a call to Thayer would go.
“How’s our prisoner?”
“She’s fine,” I begin. “She’s pregnant, too.”
“What? Motherfucker. Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I did the first thing you’d have done, and called a doctor.”
“Any idea who the daddy is?”
“Waiting on a paternity test, but if I’m honest about what I think? You’re talking to him.”
I can’t do that, not yet. Not until I know.
My room’s five times the size of hers, the biggest room in the house, and for good reason. This is my bachelor pad. If I bring anyone here, it’s a woman, and I want a nice, comfortable place to go.
Not that I’ve brought anyone here since Cosette.
I hate that Cosette’s betrayed us and she’s down the hall from me. I hate that I’ve signed up for this, but I hate even more the thought of anyone else putting their hands on her. I’d have to kill them.
Why does this change her betrayal?
She said she had to tell me, because she was afraid if I hurt her, I’d hurt the baby.
But is there another reason she had to tell me?
Why didn’t she want to tell me?
I’ve got more questions than answers as I pace the room, but I’m exhausted.
