Blair stared at Ethan's crazed face, her whole body shaking violently with terror.
A dark wet patch bloomed across the front of her pants.
The acrid stench of urine quickly spread through the closed-off studio.
Pure survival instinct ripped a blood-curdling scream straight from her throat.
"Ethan! You can't touch me!"
"I'm carrying your child! It's your baby!"
Ethan froze mid-movement.
Then he laughed.
That low, rough, guttural laugh echoed through the empty studio, raising goosebumps all over Blair's skin and making her scalp prickle with dread.
"My child?"
He pulled a handful of crumpled photos and a folded document out of his pocket and slammed them hard into Blair's face.
"Look damn close! Just who the hell does this bastard belong to?"
In the picture, Blair was tangled up
