Chapter 2
A scream ripped from my throat.
Pain.
So. Much. Pain.
My vision began to swim, and I wasn’t sure whether I should be happy or not. On the one hand, Tate and I were switching bodies again. On the other, this wasn’t going to solve any of our problems.
She wasn’t telling me, but I knew our egg was hurting her. Why, oh why, had I jumped Devon like that? If we’d used protection, then we wouldn’t be in this mess. I’d be safe in his arms when I wanted to be, rather than sick all the time.
I rested my hand on my stomach, and closed my eyes tightly. I was pretty sure Tate was forcing this one, which was odd enough. I didn’t want to be mean, but I was definitely better at forcing swaps than Tate.
Or at least, I was. Now, not so much.
I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, wanting thi
