Elena
“Are you crazy?!” I blurted, my brows shooting up as irritation surged through me. I scooped water from the sink with both hands and splashed it straight toward Andrew’s face. “Why would I get pregnant?!”
The water scattered across his cheek and shirt, but Andrew only leaned back slightly, chuckling as he avoided most of it.
“I figured,” he said casually, brushing droplets off his sleeve as if my reaction amused him more than anything. “After all, with the kind of relationship you and Alaric have right now… I doubt he’d get you pregnant.”
My body stilled. For a fraction of a second, his words pierced straight through me as the night where everything had gone wrong, resurfaced to my mind without warning.
The memory of tangled sheets, the heat of skin against skin, the
