Aria's POV
My back went rigid. My fingers curled into fists.
I was yanked around. Damon forced me to meet his eyes. "That night, we didn't use protection. Are you—"
"No!" I cut him off reflexively. "I'm not pregnant!"
My voice echoed off the bathroom walls.
He stared at me, searching for any sign of a lie. Then he straightened up, his face unreadable. "Pregnant or not, we'll find out at the hospital."
My fists tightened.
I'd spent all this time trying to forget. Trying to forget that child. Forget lying on that operating table, staring up at the blinding white ceiling, letting the surgeon carve the baby out of me.
And now he wanted to rip open a wound I'd barely managed to seal.
So cruel.
I closed my eyes. When I spoke, my voice was hollow. "I'm not going to the hospital."
"It's
