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“So?” he wondered. “How did it go?”
“I’m definitely pregnant,” I said with a weak chuckle, wiping the wetness glued to my cheeks away. “Ten weeks.”
I held up the pictures. Smoke took them from me, smiling away. “Congratulations.”
Then he paused, opening his mouth again just to close it.
“I don’t know who the father is if that’s what you’re wondering. I did the math but unfortunately, it’s too close of a call for me to provide a definite answer.”
“Lena won’t be happy about that,” he replied, frowning at me. “And I imagine it’ll be the same for Damien once he finds out. The only way to know for sure is to either wait until the baby is born, or have Damien provide a blood sample ahead of time so they can test it with yours.”
Two hard knocks pounded against the door. The sweet nurse walked inside with a prescription in one hand and an appointment card in the other.
“You’re free to go, Ginger. We’ll see you again next week with the gender results.”
Samara
9
Igot up and fully dressed in uniform Thursday morning, in the middle of doing my makeup when three knocks pounded against the front door. Figuring it was one of the Ravagers, I rolled my eyes and ignored it. I cut up the volume to Motionless in White's Masterpiece song to drown out all the noise.
Whichever one it was obviously refused to catch the hint because the banging had grown even louder now.
I sighed as I finished applying my mascara and tossed the tube in my makeup bag. It was probably Phantom. He and Rhett had been overbearingly overprotective since our meeting with Xavier at the vet clinic. They’d been randomly popping up every night since then to check in on me. When Rhett dropped by, his visits were short, to the point, and even though I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, he didn’t pry when I told him I was fine and just needed some space. With Phantom, his visits were a little more on the hostile side. He was furious with me,commandingthat I stay put Saturday night and to let Sharkey and some woman named Prim handle the meeting. My constant refusal resultedin him barging out of my dorm and slamming the door hard enough to shake every room on the hall.
And Isaac…well, he’d been avoiding me. He truly hadn’t spoken a single word to me since Monday night.
A text notification dinged through the air, cutting the music off and forcing me to glare down at the phone screen. It was a message from Kinsley Sinclair.
Open the fucking door, Samara.
My spine stiffly straightened, my muscles cracking.
Oh, shit.
Blinking wildly at her message, I stormed out of my bathroom, damn near tripping over my bare feet as I approached the front door, cursing under my breath.
“Come on,” she commanded before I could fully get the door open. She was fully dressed in uniform and had opted not to do her makeup today, which oddly surprised me because Kinsleyalwayswore makeup. “Father has agreed to meet you. We have to go.”
“Now? But what about school?”
“Fuck school,” she ignorantly scoffed. “This is way more important. Do you want answers or not?”
I nodded. I did. I really fucking did. “Let me get my shoes on and then we can go.”
Ten minutes later we were in the parking lot and I was sliding into the passenger seat of Kinsley’s aqua blue convertible.
“What did he say?” I asked when I clipped my seatbelt.
“All he said is that he needed to meet you in person. He instructed me to bring you to him and that’s it.”
“How do I know this isn’t a trap?” I asked, cocking a brow at her. “I’m armed, Kinsley. I’m always armed. I won’t hesitate to slaughter you or him if you—”
“And you say I’m overdramatic,” Kinsley muttered with a soft scoff, shaking her head. “Nobody is going to hurt you, Samara.You’re far too valuable to be killed. If anything, weneedyou. The Valleyneedsyou.”
I couldn’t help but derisively snort. “Says the girl who had no fucking problem drowning me in the school pool.”
Kinsley bristled, her back and shoulders coiling as she ground her teeth, keeping her tight eyes forward. “That…” she started, pausing to release the tension with the hard breath she expelled. “That was a mistake, Samara. I was angry… Jealous. The truth is, Isaac and I were never together. There was never any aftercare, cuddling, sweet and innocent whispering kisses, no nothing. I guess I just made myself believe we were together because anytime Isaac called, I was there.”
