“Stefani?”
“What?” I motioned with my arms for the teenage girls to bring the twins back to me. Shock had been transformed into fear. That fear was now becoming something else. Something vicious, protective and in a f*****g hurry to get out of here.
How had he found out? I’d tried to tell him about the babies, but he wouldn’t even talk to me when I called him on his stupid spaceship. So, why now? Why f*****g now?
Didn’t matter.
So what if Velik was on Earth? Miami was the only transport pad I knew of on the North American continent. He wouldn’t have flown a spaceship to get here. Earth was too far away. So, he must have transported to Miami. He still had to cross the country to get to us. A non-stop flight from Miami to LAX took just under six hours.
“Stefani.”
Jesus. Christ. “What?
