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His lips pull back in a half-formed scowl. “As long as you’re carrying my baby, I do,” he snarls. “In fact, consider your well-being my sole concern from now on.”
I swing my legs off the side of the examination table and jump off it. Nothing about this scenario feels right.
Rose was meant to be my partner in this.
Not him.
“Speaking of which,” he adds right before I can start unloading onto him, “I’m giving you a promotion.”
I drop my coat and whirl around. “A what?”
“You’re going to be my P.A..”
“Is it pregnancy brain, or did you just say that you were going to give me a promotion for a job I already have?”
“The job you already have encompasses my work at Egorov Industries. I need a P.A. outside of work—someone to handle all my personal affairs.”
I flinch at the sound of that word. For most people, it’s “panties” or “moist,” words that make your skin crawl without even trying. For me, it’s “affair.” Has been since I was seven years old and I found Mom curled up on her bedroom floor, crying into Dad’s smoke-infused work shirt with the lipstick mark on the collar. The disgusting clicheness of it all didn’t make it hurt any less.
“That’s a bogus job,” I snap. “It’s just a way for you to control—” I stop short as the door opens and a male nurse I’ve never seen before walks in. He glances between the two of us awkwardly and then redirects over to the off-white cabinets in a way that strikes me as clumsy and confused. Weird.
I turn back to Dmitri distractedly. “I don’t want you messing around with my life.”
Dmitri’s eyes are fixed on the nurse behind me. “It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”
I sigh frustratedly. “This may be your baby, but I’m the mother. If you want to be involved, we can work something out. But there’s a way to do it that gives me space.”
You’d think that would be considered a reasonable suggestion by anyone with half a heart, but Dmitri’s lip curls in a stubborn sneer. “I?—”
Bang. Clatter. Clang. I toss an annoyed glance over my shoulder at the clueless nurse who seems intent on lingering in the room for this faceoff.
“Hate to break it to you, Ms. Turner, but you’re not going to get space. Not now that you’re carrying my heir.”
“I’m having a baby, not a prince.”
His sneer becomes more pronounced as he takes a step towards me. “You’re wrong about that.” My skin tingles with unease. “In fact, you don’t know how wrong you are.”
I’m trying to formulate some kind of response when I catch a flash of movement from my peripheral vision. The male nurse—running at me with his arm raised. Something gleams in his hand.
Is that a knife?
Surely that’s against hospital protocol.
6
WREN
God hits the Slow Motion button.
I see the gleam of the knife as it hurtles towards me.
I hear the crinkle of the definitely-not-a-fucking-nurse’s baby blue scrubs.
I see every pore in his face, every acne scar, every hair he missed shaving. As he gets closer, his eyes wide and bloodshot, I note with a weird sense of unemotional detachment that I can really see pretty far up his nose from this angle.
Then God hits the Panic button.
That’s a knife in the man’s hand.
