“What is that?” I demand. “It’s not a baby because that isn’t how it works.”
No response.
I stalk closer to the wall and stare hard into my own eyes.
“I know you’re there. Answer me.”
He doesn’t.
The prick.
His silence, his persistent silence, only intensifies the gnawing uncertainty deep in my gut.
Though can I actually be enraged? Do I even have that right when he has been nothing but honest? When he has blatantly said it to my face.
But why?
Why would a demon need a baby?
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lenora
Thelieispoisonsettling along the back of my throat.
Not a lie, I pacify myself.
Iwason the pill, but only because Mrs. Pym brought it to me with breakfast every morning.
I haven’t seen Mrs. Pym in days. I haven’t taken my medication in just as long.
Not that it makes a difference.
I may not be experienced in the ways of the world, but I am fully aware of how babies are created. Even if I am pregnant, I would not be this far along. It would not be this obvious.
The taut flesh of my belly glides beneath my palms. A smooth bump, low at my midsection. I would need a book to assess the possible timeframe, but at least a month. Maybe more.
My brain sparks with the possibility that it could be my boys’. Maybe the pill didn’t work that one time they were playing their game. It shouldn’t, but my heart leaps in my chest and a wild pulse of excitement races up my spine.
What if this is their baby?
What if this is God’s way of giving them back to me?
I stroke the skin again. Lighter. Gentler. Letting the overwhelming delight pool in my belly.
It’s the only explanation, so it has to be true.
Or it’s gas. Maybe too much cum. Marcus had been relentless. I lost count of how many times he came inside me.
“What are you thinking?”
I turn to the mirror and the heavy dance of smoke pressing across the glass.
“Am I?” I ask Veyn.
The tendrils sweep and spin like he’s considering my question. But rather than respond, the mirror ripples and the demon himself emerges in full form, minus the blades.
“Would it bother you?”
