"The baby and I made it out alive by the skin of our teeth."
Her fingers traced her flat stomach, voice shaking with the raw fear of someone who'd stared death in the face.
"Don't try any funny business with me," Vincent growled, his voice sharp as broken glass. "One medical exam will expose your lies." Eva bobbed her head like a puppet, her whole body trembling.
Suspicion gnawing at him, Vincent dragged her to the hospital, only to have the truth slam into him like a freight train. The pregnancy was real. Rage and desperation warred within him as he stared at her belly. He wanted to throttle Eva with his bare hands... but that child was his blood.
In the end, he had her confined under 24-hour guard.
Later, he stumbled into the wreckage of my studio, hollow-eyed. The shredded canvases
