Aliyah’s POV
The storm had passed, but inside me another storm raged—louder, fiercer, more destructive than anything outside that tent could ever conjure. I sat there, pretending everything was normal, pretending my heart wasn’t racing like it wanted to claw out of my chest. I smiled when Asher looked at me. I even forced a small laugh when he made some offhand remark about how we’d have to patch the tent later.
But inside, I was shattering.
Pregnant. With Asher Moretti’s child.
The words throbbed in my head like a cruel drumbeat. How? How could this be happening to me? Out of all the people in the world… Why him?
I swallowed hard, praying Asher couldn’t read me. He had this unnerving way of looking straight through me, like his eyes could peel away my layers until I was bare and expo
