Chapter 12

Every face at that table turned toward me. I looked down at the man kneeling beside my chair. The man who'd put poison in my palm every morning and kissed my forehead after. "Yes," I said. "There's a baby." A sound came out of him. Not a word. Something torn. "But she's not yours, Adrian." His head snapped up. "Oh, she's your blood," I said. "The labs would say so. But you spent five years making sure I'd never give you a child. You succeeded." I stood. "So I'm giving her to myself." "Her?"...