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“What did you do?”
“We tried to escape when he left the room. He caught us – fired his gun. Knocked Elizabeth into the table – she hit her head hard. The Secret Service were inside seconds after his gun went off.”
I drag my hands over my face again. “Mags.”
“I’m really worried about Elizabeth. Declan, there was blood everywhere.”
Tears start to fall down her face. She leans forward, and I wrap my arms around her. She buries her face in my chest, and her whole body shakes as she cries.
There is so much anger boiling inside me right now – I’ve never felt anything like it. I want to comfort her, but I also want to murder the guy that did this to her face and her arm. I can’t believe he fucking shot her.
Celeste opens the door and Maggie pulls back and wipes her eyes. There’s a big wet spot on my shoulder from her tears.
Maggie stands up. “How’s Elizabeth?”
“Awake. She looks good.”
“What about the baby?” Maggie asks. My face whips toward her.
“Baby?” I say, looking from Maggie to Celeste and back again.
“Baby is fine too,” Celeste says. Maggie lets out a loud sigh.
I turn my gaze to Maggie who looks guilty as hell right now.
“Did you know?” I ask.
“I didn’t,” Celeste says. “Elizabeth told me she had a stomach flu, and I believed her.”
I narrow my eyes at Maggie.
She still looks guilty. “It’s why she came to my house that night. The night she escaped from her security detail and came to my house. She needed a pregnancy test.”
I lower my brows. “Why didn’t she just see the White House doctor? I mean I get she can’t just walk into a pharmacy and get one...”
Celeste and Maggie look nervously at each other.
“What?”
“Something is going on between James and Elizabeth.” Celeste steps all the way into the room and shuts the door behind her.
“What do you mean?”
“A fight or something,” Maggie responds. “Elizabeth made me swear not to tell anyone about the baby, and James was pissed off when he came to my house. I’m surprised he didn’t break down the door.”
I frown. “But they seemed so happy at Christmas.”
Celeste rubs between her brows. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but...”
She pauses for a minute and then continues, “They had this contract.”
I shoot a glance over to Maggie. She clearly doesn’t know anything about this either.
“What kind of contract?”
Celeste plops down in one of the chairs. “I don’t know exactly, but they entered into some sort of agreement after their first date.”
“What kind of agreement?” I ask. None of this is making sense.
