AURELIA'S POV.
"I'M PREGNANT!"
Her words from earlier haunt my soul as she screams, desperation clawing at her, the security doing their best to hold her back in their tight grip. The second the words fall from her lips, Levi turns to her, his eyes sharp, set on her, his fists clenched by his side, his lips pulled in a firm, dangerous line.
"You're pregnant," He says, his voice low, dangerous, menacing. "We haven't touched or seen each other in four years, Margert. So, unless I emailed my sperm to you, you cannot possibly be pregnant with my child." His voice is still low, calm, the complete opposite of his facial expression.
She tries to claw her way out of their grip, her hands moving, flailing like those of a child drowning, as she says, "Levi, listen-"
"No, you listen very attent
