“For the record, Keegan made it very clear to me that he doesn’t believe Kendrick’s story. But he also made sure to tell me that I wasn’t to tell you.”
“That’s because he knew you would tell me,” I told him drily. His omega might look all cheerful and innocent, but there was a devious mind inside his tiny body. Especially when he was playing matchmaker. Which I had no doubt he was doing in this instance. Or at least, trying to facilitate a reconciliation between Kendrick and me.
“Obviously.” Nik stood, his hand on the doorknob. “I don’t know what the truth is, but I thought you should know. He told them around Valentine’s Day, which makes him a little over four months now. If there’s even a one percent chance that baby is yours, I thought you had a right to know. I couldn’t not tell you. The past few weeks of knowing, and not telling you, has just about killed me. Do with that information what you will.”
It was the second week of April now. Nik and his family had known about Kendrick’s pregnancy since mid-February and not said a word to me. I guess I should be grateful he had finally broken down and told me.
Nik opened the door, but before he could step into the hall, I told him, “I’m going to need some time off.”
He turned, giving me a grin, his blue eyes twinkling. “Anderson can handle things while you’re gone.”
“And I may need some Christmas magic help.”
“Going to the human realm?”
“Going to get my omega,” I declared.
Balfour
Past…
Me:Kacey likes me better than you. She told me so. Said I’m the best uncle she has.
Nemesis:*gasp* Lies!
Me:I speak the truth. Face it, I’m the favorite uncle.
Nemesis:She is two. She did not say all that.
Me:She’s exceptionally intelligent. Like her favorite uncle.
Nemesis:Don’t you have a schedule to sort? Elves to boss around? Something?
Me:I like tormenting you. It’s the highlight of my day.
Nemesis:Is that because you have no actual friends and I’m the only person who will talk to you?
Chapter Nineteen
Kendrick
Rolling over, I squinted at my phone screen, annoyed when I felt a tiny bit of disappointment when there was still no message from Balfour. I don’t know why I did this to myself, every single day. Since our “break up”, there had been no communication between the two of us. Nothing.
Scrolling, I read the last message from our chat.
Me:My class acted like a pack of wild animals today. Two weeks off was more than they can handle. I mean, half of them technicallydo shift into wild animals, but still. I’m exhausted.
When I had gotten no response, I figured Bal was busy. When I still didn’t have a reply by the next morning, I had to face the truth. That was the fourth text that had gone unanswered since our “break up”.
Bal had no intentions of us remaining friends.
All my attempts at communication had been met with radio silence. Being left on read was not a fun feeling. Finally, I had to admit to myself that despite what we had shared prior to, and during my heat, and even the friendship I thought we had built in the years before our fake dating, it hadn’t meant anything to Bal.
He had retreated back to being the grumpy, surly elf he had been when I had first met him. Only it was worse this time. At least then, when I would send him snarky text messages, he would reply. He would always reply.
Now, he was just gone from my life.
Staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom, my hand rested lightly on the tiny curve of my belly. Well, Bal wasn’t quite completely gone from my life.
