CHAPTER 23
ATTACK
RORY'S POV
His eyes darkened, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse spike.
“It does matter, Rory,” he said, his voice low, controlled—but I could hear the anger beneath it. “Who is the father?”
I lifted my chin. “It’s none of your concern.”
His chest rose sharply. For a moment, I thought he might explode, but instead, he exhaled through his nose, stepping back like he was forcing himself to stay in control.
“You’re getting rid of it.”
My stomach dropped. I stiffened. “What?”
His gaze was cold, unyielding. “You heard me.”
“No,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “I won’t.”
His jaw clenched. The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating. Then he spoke, his voice lower this time.
“If the council finds out…” He exhaled sharply, raking a hand
