Postlude: Chapter 8

“What the fuck do you mean you won’t be here tomorrow?” She hears through the study door, her arm poised to knock. When Dimitri got like this, it was in her best interest to stay away from him.

She stares at the test in her hand and wonders how he would react. A solitary tear slipped down her cheek as she thought back to her first pregnancy. The trauma that followed afterward ate at her every day. No amount of pills could keep PTSD at bay. The nightmares were the worst. She swears she could still feel the Enforcer pulling the nails from her fingers every time she awoke from a night terror.

The door opens abruptly, giving her a fright and the test falls out of her hand. “Amaranthe?” Dimitri frowns at her, “I heard you walking but you did not come in. Why are you just standing here, love?” He asks and bends down to pick up the fallen pregnancy test.

Amaranthe’s heart sat in her throat as he looked up at her and flipp