22
Tyla
Instead of going in through the basement door, Jaret took me up to the main level. “Where are we going?”
“You’re staying with me tonight.”
“f**k no, I’m not,” I hissed.
He dragged me in through the door, where Stefan waited on us. “Disobey me and my men will go straight downstairs. Who will you choose to live? Your pregnant cousin or your mate?”
Deep down, I knew who I’d choose, but I didn’t want to say it. “Fine.”
“Tyla, where are you?” Sebastian asked. I could feel his desperation through the bond.
“I’m upstairs with Jaret.”
“What the hell are you doing up there?”
Swallowing hard, I followed Jaret down the hall to a bedroom that smelled exactly like him. I tried to get the thoughts out of my head, but Sebastian kept pushing to get in. I didn’t want him seeing what was a
