“Someone made sure you would.”
Those words wouldn’t leave my head.
They echoed over and over, louder than my own thoughts.
“What do you mean someone?” I asked, my voice tight.
Zayden didn’t answer immediately.
And I hated that.
“Zayden.”
He looked at me, but this time there was no sarcasm in his expression.
Only seriousness.
“The attack you faced in the forest…” he began slowly, “wasn’t random.”
“I already figured that.”
“No,” he said. “You don’t understand.”
My chest tightened.
“They weren’t trying to kill you.”
I froze.
“What?”
“They were testing something.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“Testing… me?”
His gaze dropped briefly to my stomach.
“Testing what you carry.”
My breath caught.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to,” he replied. “Not yet.”
Frustration flared again.
“You keep saying that!”
“Because you’re not ready for everything at once,” he snapped slightly.
Silence fell.
Sharp.
Uncomfortable.
Then, quieter, he added:
“But you need to understand this…”
I waited.
My heart pounding.
“You surviving wasn’t luck,” he said. “It was planned.”
That made everything worse.
Because if someone wanted me alive—
Then that meant…
“They’re still watching me,” I whispered.
Zayden didn’t deny it.