“Darling, having never been pregnant, you couldn’t possibly know this,” I state coldly, watching her flinch at my cruel phrasing and imagining Ella scolding me for intentionally targeting her weak spot. “But if you were carrying my child, I would be able to smell it. Even now.”
Lydia’s mouth opens and closes as she struggles to find the right words. “Are you sure about that?” She finally challenges, “you wouldn’t want to risk being wrong about something so important.”
I stalk forward, rudely reaching for her middle and uncinching her robe. I press my palm to her stomach, telling myself that she deserves this and more. After all, this is nothing compared to drugging someone and sleeping with them when they can’t consent. Again I feel nothing, no pulse of life, no tiny consciousness or con
