KASMINE.
I almost laughed out loud each time Kester's words came playing in my head.
Was he crazy?
He was beginning to take this way too far, and I was worried.
I placed a trembling hand on my chest to stop the erratic rhythm of my heart.
How dare he say I'd carry his child? I was his stepsister, for crying out loud!
I rolled my eyes so hard I was sure the people beside me had noticed by now. A few had already cast curious glances in my direction, probably wondering what had me twisting in my seat, muttering under my breath like a lunatic. But I couldn't help it.
At that moment, I realized I wasn't wearing the necklace Kester asked me never to take off.
A wave of cold dread rolled over me as my fingers flew to my bare collarbone.
No. No, no, no.
I had taken it off earlier—to try
