Long. Loud.
I didn’t stop until I had to drag air back into my lungs.
The sound kept quaking inside my skull.
Bouda didn’t interfere. She didn’t say a word.
But I felt her—curling close, pressing into me, letting me know she was there.
Chapter 33
Blaidd
I grabbed my shoulder as the dull pain began to throb.
Why was she always beating me?
Didn't all women like flowers?
The internet said they did.
Okay, I was surprised that she even took them, but just for a second it gave me hope.
I heard a shuffling sound, and I swivelled around to stare down the hallway. It was empty. I released my shoulder and stared at everything I’d brought back with me.
I scooped up the pregnancy book and flicked to the back index page. My finger trailed down until I found the correct word and pages—hormones.
I hope you're happy, I muttered to Fenrir.
Exceedingly.
With my book and suitcase in hand, I went upstairs to my office, pausing a beat before locking the door behind me.
???
The words glared at me.
Family and friends.
The support group I’d taken away from her.
With a heavy sigh, I tossed the book onto my desk and spun my chair around to reach the decanter. I eyed the book in disgust as I absently poured myself a drink. The moment I tasted it, I sprayed it back out and sniffed the glass.
Dishwashing detergent.
I could end my misery and take her back. Make her sign an NDA.
I stood and walked to the window.
The garden was in full bloom. I could have picked fresh flowers from there.
You know why you won’t let her go, Fenrir murmured.
She’d hate me. Leave—and take my child with her.
She already hates you.
My jaw clenched at his harsh words.
