Chapter Twenty Five

"We are pregnant".

I choke on my tea straight up. I turn to him, eyes widened in horror. "What the hell are you talking about?". I glance at my mum in panic and even though her emotions are well masked again, I see the ever slightet surprised raise of her brow. "I'm not pregnant, mum". I say with as much conviction as I can manage. I look back at Draaven and he's staring at me, a small wicked smile on his face.

"You see? That's how she gets at the slightest talk of a pregnancy". He turns to my mum. "Which is exactly why I'd like you to help me convince her".

"Don't get my mum involved in….".

"Why not? She's your mum. I'd say she's the perfect person for it". He looks back at her for confirmation and I see now that she's a little pale, a little too much in fact. She looks away nervously and reaches for her glass of wine, taking a shaky sip from it. I push up from my seat angrily.

"I don't know what you think you are doing but just stop it right now".

"You want me to stop?". He leans fo