L E I L A N I
My heart ached, a sharp, piercing pain at his words. I was a burden. A problem. A complication he didn't need.
"I'm not asking you to," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "I'm just asking you to understand."
"Understand?" he scoffed, a harsh, bitter sound. "What is there to understand? You hate me. You hate my world. I’m giving you a choice. Once this baby is born, since you hate it so much, I will let you go. I will let you walk out of here and never look back. You don't have to see me again. You don't have to see this baby again. You can go back to your human world and pretend none of this ever happened. That is a better choice than the cold slab."
His words were a knife, a promise of a freedom I had craved, but it was a freedom that came with a price I wasn't sure I was
