I nearly felt like dying with mortification.
On one side, there was the embarrassment—what we had just done, what Luca realized I had done, we had done. But on the other side, it was Asher’s life. The life I had put at risk. Just because I wanted to sleep with him. Because I wanted to get pregnant.
But if he dies… then it would all be for nothing.
I might not even get pregnant. Some people try to get pregnant for years and nothing happens. And I—what had I done? I had put his life at risk for a maybe.
Tears started flowing. I didn’t even try to stop them.
“I didn’t…” My voice cracked. “I am sorry.”
I turned to look at Asher’s arm—the one I was holding—because I couldn’t bear to look at Luca’s face right now.
'He had told me it was bad... He told me it only grazed his flesh. I didn’t
