Aliyah’s POV
Every second with Asher was torture, the memory of his touch haunted me, the reality of what we had created between us burned inside me, and the fear of him discovering the truth left me trembling.
I had vowed to protect this child, that meant protecting it from him too. I am the chaos he represented, from the danger of his world.
So I smiled faintly, even though my heart was breaking.
“So,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “are you racing too?”
He studied me, suspicion still glinting in his eyes, but he allowed the subject to shift.
For the rest of the meal, I laughed when I had to, spoke when silence grew too heavy, and pretended with all my strength. Inside, though, fear devoured me.
Because I knew Asher Moretti wasn’t a fool, wnd sooner or later, he would notice wha
