Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend
"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire."
"I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!"
"We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia."
He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me.
"Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."
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