Dear Cousin, You Will Have My Baby
The room grew chilly despite the summer heat, despite the air conditioning being off.
My legs trembled as I stepped back. He advanced, matching me step for step. “Say that again, Soren. Say. It. Again.”
“Veyron, please…” Tears slid down my face, hot and humiliating. “I can’t take Zek today. Please. Come back.”
His head dropped. His shoulders, tense and coiled with violence, loosened. Relief flooded my chest, brief and intoxicating. Veyron had taken control back. Veyron would stop this.