A flicker of panic crossed Damian's eyes as he moved toward the stairs, only for Eva to block his path.
"Damian," she said, her voice oozing fake sweetness, "I envy Kate so much. She sheds a drop of blood and everyone fusses over her. Not like me and our baby... we might as well have targets on our backs..."
Two perfect tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.
Damian immediately pulled her into a protective embrace. "Don't worry, Eva," he murmured. "No one who hurts you will walk away unscathed."
But when his eyes met mine, his gaze turned icy, as if I were already worthless trash.
"Throw her in the basement," he ordered coldly. "Let her think about what she's done."
Rough hands hauled me like a broken puppet, my body leaving a crimson streak across the floor before they dumped me
