Emerald Matthew lay there on the rug, the heat of the fire mocking the ice that I knew still lived in his marrow. He looked at me with eyes full of a pathetic, shattering realization, but I couldn't find an ounce of pity for him. My hand drifted down, hovering over my stomach, not in a gesture of affection, but as if I were trying to shield my soul from the parasite growing within. "The Goddess does not have mercy for me," I whispered, the words trembling with a bitterness so deep it felt like poison. I looked at him, my eyes snapping with a jagged, broken light. "While you had choices back then to reject me, I didn't have that, Matthew. Now, I still don't. I looked for a way out. I wanted to rip this monster’s seed out of me. I wanted to abort the reminder of every scream I uttered in that den. I wanted to be free of the blood that was forced upon me." Matthew’s face went pale, his breath hitching. "Emerald..."
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