NYX'S POV:
That is your home, Camilla believe it or not—she carries your Pub. Would you let anything happen to her?”
I tried to let him understand, to bring logic into the shambles, but the mere mention of that name—Camila—sent fire through my nerves, I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, the burn of defection settling deeply into my heart. And then another reality hit me again.
She’s pregnant, carrying Xander's pub.
It was sickening.
I released his hands in mine, clenching my fist, forcing my emotions to drop, but the bitterness gnawed its way up like bile.
“Nyx, you need to let this rest,” Xander said, his voice dripping with frustration. “I don’t give a f**k about Camila. I don’t care. That child, I'm not sure it's mine.” He rippled a hand through his hair, his tone flankin
