It's also why, right this second, I'm staring holes through Dr. Floris, ready if necessary to drill straight into his skull to get the information I want to know. The information I need.
If Nova is pregnant, I need to start making plans f*****g yesterday. Everything has to be accounted for. Every precaution, every defense.
Not one man on this earth will hurt my family.
My phone rings for the third time in five minutes, and I move to silence it. But Nova's hand slips into mine. "The doctor said it'll be a bit before the test is ready." She pushes me gently towards the door. "Take the call."
"It's just Myles."
Probably with an important update about my twenty-five ongoing backup plans. But all of that feels distant for the time being. All I want is the answer to the question that's been
