“I’m pregnant, not helpless.” I said as his eyes flicked toward me.
“I know.” He said.
“You seem surprisingly comfortable with that information.” I said.
“I told you that was never why I wanted you.” He said and I looked away.
“I still hate hearing you say that.” I said.
“I know.” He said.
We reached the end of the tunnel, and Razor pushed open a rusted hatch.
We emerged behind the old maintenance building, where the trees gave us enough cover to move.
Then headlights appeared and multiple motorcycles tore through the darkness.
Knox.
My heart jumped and I stepped forward.
“Knox!” I yelled as Razor grabbed my arm.
“Wait.” Razor said as I ripped myself free.
“He’s here.” I said.
“And he’s going to shoot me.” Razor said.
“He will if you give him a reason.” I said as we stepped
