Sebastian Volkov's Point of View
The words hung in the air, floating between us like a gust of wind that froze time in the middle of the room. "This child... this baby I'm carrying is yours. It has always been yours."
I felt a brutal impact in the center of my chest, a dull thud that stopped my heart instantly. My temples throbbed with savage violence, and the entire suite seemed to spin a 180-degree turn. The air left my lungs.
I stared at her, processing the information while my brain raced a thousand revolutions per second.
There was no ex-boyfriend. No other man. No betrayal.
The roundness of her belly, the life that pulsed beneath her gray sweater and that I had timidly touched in the early morning... was of my own blood. It was a Volkov. A child conceived on that stormy night, o
