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“Pregnant?” Michael echoed. This new bit of information made him pause.
But only for a moment.
He struck me across the side of my head with an open hand, the force so great that it actually sent me crashing to the floor, chair and all. I landed with a hard thud, my head bouncing off the hard concrete.
Sound warped.
My vision blurred.
I was so dizzy I thought I’d be sick.
I came to slowly, blinking away the blackness. My neck was cramped and the pounding in my head was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Hopelessness clawed at my throat. Nobody was coming for us. This man was going to kill my father. He was going to kill me. He was going to kill my child. Theo.
Through my terror, all I could think about was him. The safety of his arms. The gentleness of his eyes. That infuria
