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"I'm not pregnant."
"Go take a test," I snapped.
"Go back to her," she muttered in response.
I shouldn't have given her an order in such a tone, but this changed everything. Now, assuming she was pregnant, I needed to be home more. "Take a test." I spoke kinder.
"Just leave me alone for a while." Now her eyes had an unwelcome shimmer. I did this. I'd let Nikki get close enough to me to set this trap.
I wouldn't let the hurt fester. "I’ll make sure we finish the job quickly. And I will be back late tonight or tomorrow." I'd considered being away for a few days to clear my head, but that was before the events of last night, and my certainty that my Sweet One was pregnant. The mark was only a few hours’ drive. I knew all the details to have him detained or eliminated upon arrival. It might be messier than usual and require a higher fee to the mercenaries working for me, but I would make it back fast.
Chapter Forty
Sasha
Ihad a difficult time grappling with everything that happened with Armon. I didn't want to consider the possibility of pregnancy after seeing the lipstick smeared on him. Not to mention, stress could easily cause the same symptoms.
After I felt well enough to leave bed, I put clothes on to get outside. He hadn't ordered me to stay in the house. Of course, the moment I stepped from my room, Katya lounged in a plush, teal chair, looking at her phone.
She glanced up. "We shouldn't get out until they're back."
I could refuse what she said, though I knew she was stronger than me physically, and I didn't want her to be my enemy if she decided keeping me inside was worth a fight. She still wasn't warm; she'd simply forgiven me. Instead of ignoring her statement and leaving, I went and slumped on the matching sofa across from her.
"Cade told me." She tossed the phone to the small table beside her.
"Told you what?" I asked. That could have meant any number of things—most likely Armon's claim I was pregnant, or the lipstick.
"What Nikki did. I won't say I approve of your love affair with my brother, but I won't interfere."
I nodded with a sardonic huff. Of course she didn't approve. Her watchful gaze had me squirming to get an angle to look out to the yard.
"You've never spoken your mind. We don't like people too afraid to be honest."
I felt a bit like I was seated in front of a judgmental therapist. How does anyone respond to that? If she wanted to know where my thoughts were, I would grant that wish. "I'm nothing more than a brief affair while Armon is getting over his love for her, am I?"
She chuckled. "They both simply had a similar life and hated everyone with your blood. Hate brings people together. Armon didn't let me understand what had happened to my parents, so I can't hold the same grudge."
So, a couple who despised me for my nationality. But Katya resented me for my actions. And now I lived with them.
She leaned forward. "What you aren't willing to ask is whether or not Armon fucked Nikki."
I bit my lip in irritation. I may not say everything on my mind, but Katya had a way of sticking knives in a person's side and twisting. "I think anyone would want to know that."
She frowned with a tilt to her head. "Perhaps some."
"You wouldn't?" I hugged my middle, already a bit queasy.
"Cade isn't the sort of man a woman will approach." Her statement was true of the intimidating man. "Unless that lipstick was on his dick, which is the only way she could do anything with him right now, you have your answer. And she left the door cracked open, so I heard how strongly he rejected her."
I doubted Katya would lie to me, given she wasn't fond of the idea of Armon and me. "If you spy, you should know what led up to the miscarriage."
She had a hatred for Nikki that must have made her curious.
"All I've been able to find out is she took too many trips to the doctor, but never bothered telling Armon there was a problem with the baby."
I considered this. "But if he ever went, he would know, too. It would be in her chart, or always mentioned."
"Not if it was a different doctor."
