My heart pounded against my ribs and every beat felt like a hammer. I looked down at the floor, my vision blurring. The smell was awful, but the fear was worse. Zayn was a king who owned everything he saw, and he had repeatedly called me his property. If he found out I was carrying a child that wasn't his, he wouldn't just be angry. He would destroy everything including Ezekiel. Minutes felt like hours. I stayed on the floor, my hands shaking so hard I had to tuck them under my arms. Zayn stood over me like a dark shadow, his face unreadable. Ezekiel tried to come closer, his eyes full of worry, but Zayn constant stepped in his way. Finally, the large wooden doors creaked open. Bella, the dark witch, rushed in carrying a small leather bag filled with herbs and potions. She took one look at me on the floor and then at the two powerful men glaring at each other. "Out," Bella said firmly. "I am staying," Zayn barked, his arms crossed over his chest. "I need to know w
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