Xander
She broke away just as quickly as she had leaned in, sliding off the bed in one swift motion while still holding her stomach.
“Get out,” she snapped. “Right now.”
I studied her for a moment. Her jaw was clenched tight, her whole body trembling as the pain surged through her again.
“Leigh…” I muttered under my breath.
“Don’t call me that!” she shot back, her voice breaking slightly as panic edged into it. “I need you to go… just leave.”
I rose from the bed, but didn’t move toward the exit. My gaze stayed on her. “You’re hurting.”
“This has nothing to do with you!” she snapped, then doubled over with a sharp groan, one hand tightening over her stomach. “Get out of my room. I don’t need you here.”
“Let me help you—”
“Just stop,” she cut in, voice turning razor-cold. “Leave. I
