SAVANNAH CONSPIRACY THEORIES

" What?,” I stared at her, dumbfounded by her accusation. I was tired of her numerous conspiracies that involved me. Like she knew anything about me! “Don't be foolish, Savannah! You knew how much I wanted a child with Lucas!”

“No…no, you only pretended to,” she said with disgust and then turned to mother. “Mother, don't you see it. She's trying to manipulate us and make us feel like the villains here!.. That's what she always does!” 

I saw the wheel spin in my mother's eyes, and just like that— the regret and sadness she felt a few minutes ago vanished.

"You vindictive bitch!" my mother shrieked. "You denied your husband children out of spite!"

"No!" My voice finally rose to match theirs. "I didn't deny him anything. You were the ones who denied yourselves the truth. Too blind to see what was standing in front of you!”

"Gosh! I can't believe you're still this insane! You're such a liar, scarlet," Savannah spat. "You wanted to punish Lucas, so you—"

"I wanted to punish him?" I laughed, the sound harsh and bitter. "I spent six years destroying myself trying to have his baby! Six years of treatments and medications and hoping every single month that maybe this time—" My voice cracked. "I never denied him children. I denied myself a life because I was so desperate to give him what he wanted!"

"Then explain the child!" my father demanded.

"I don't owe you an explanation!"

"You owe us—"

"I owe you NOTHING!"

And then I heard Jace flinch against me, and I looked down to see Jace crying, his voice slowly rising.

The sound cut through all the shouting. His small, scared sobs.

I immediately began to rub his head, holding him closer to me, so his head was buried in my neck, his whole body shaking.

"It's okay, baby," I murmured. "It's okay."

But it wasn't okay. None of this was okay.

I turned to face my family, and I didn't recognize my own voice. It was cold. Hard. Nothing like the woman they used to know.

"You have no right to be here. No right to question me. No right to upset my son." I walked toward the door. "Get out before I call security."

My father stepped forward, his face red with anger. "We're not done—"

"Yes, you are."

Damian's voice cut through the room, his voice dangerously sharp.

He stood in the doorway, his phone still in his hand. His expression was terrifying in its usual calmness.

"She told you to leave," Damian continued, his dark eyes moving from person to person. "I suggest you listen."

My mother drew herself up. "This is a family matter—"

"This is my hotel," Damian interrupted. "And you're disturbing my guests. In the middle of the night. After she just finished saving someone's life." He paused. "Leave. Now. Or I'll have security escort you out."

"You can't—" my father started, his face red with anger and…embarrassment.

"I can. And I will." Damian pulled out his phone. "Should I make the call?"

Lucas stared at Damian and then back at Jace. Something flickered across his face, but before he could say anything, I stepped away from the door.

“Get out now!”

My mother grabbed her purse with exaggerated dignity. "Come on. Let's go. We clearly aren't welcome here."

"You never were," I spat at her back.

Savannah shot me one last venomous look and then she walked out of the door, but not before leaving one last word. "This isn't over."

Lucas paused in the doorway, and then his eyes turned to look at me before dropping to Jace in my arm.

"Scarlet," he said softly.

"Get out!"

Whatever he was going to say died on his lips, before he nodded once and left.

The door shut behind him with a soft click, leaving just Damian, Jace and in the room.

My eyes found Damian's who was already staring at me, his body coming closer and closer to mine while Jace was still crying in my arms. My whole body shaked with adrenaline and exhaustion… and something that felt horribly like grief.

“Are you okay?”His hoarse voice was strangely soft, caressing my skin, arising that familiar feeling I always tried to bury.

“No, but I'll be,” I answered, wearing back my mask of indifference. “I won't be spending much time here anyway. This would be all over soon.”

Damian's brow shot up, a look I couldn't decipher flashing through his unfairly handsome face. 

“What? You didn't think I came back to stay for good, did you?” I said, my voice coming out harsher than I intended. I was doing that a lot.

His face hardened and then he stepped towards me, his hand dipped inside his pocket, closing the space between us. My eyes shot up and I moved back, only for my back to touch a wall.

“And what makes you think you can do that?” he snarled, his head slightly bent so his breath was fanning against my face.

I froze right there and then, my body trembling slightly, while a now sleeping Jace was wrapped in my arms. I was not shaking from fear, but from something electrifying, something that tasted incredibly sweet but yet burned my tongue.

“Da–Damian…”

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