Chapter 177
Athena
“But Jess wasn’t weak,” he said, almost conversationally.
“She was healthy. Strong. She wouldn’t have gone into labor early on her own. But your precious Seraphine made sure she did. She put it right in her tea, in
her seat, smiling while Jess drank it.”
My breath caught in my throat. The basement felt smaller suddenly, the walls pressing in from all sides. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, loud and
erratic.
“You’re lying.”
The words came out weak, barely a whisper. Even as I said them, something deep in my chest told me he wasn’t lying at all.
The way he stood there, so casual, so sure of himself, this wasn’t the posture of someone spinning tales.
He was a monster, a demon in human form.
He crouched so close I could feel his breath against my cheek, warm and sickening.
‘No. I was there,” he said with a grin that made me want to claw his face until there was nothing left.
‘I watched as the cramps started, watched her panic. She kept touching her belly, kept saying something was wrong. Within an hour, she was on the floor,
clutching herself and crying.”
I shook my head violently, chains rattling against the wall behind me.
‘Stop it.”
“Within two hours, there was blood everywhere. Her precious husband and mate.was gone to a destination that was masterminded by me.”
My stomach twisted violently, bile rising in my throat. I pressed my back harder against the wall, wishing I could disappear into the stone itself.
‘You should have seen her,” he said, voice soft but deadly. “She tried to crawl to the phone, tried to reach someone, anyone – but she was too weak. Her legs wouldn’t work right and she kept slipping in her own blood.”
I squeezed my eyes shut but that made it worse because now I could see it.
Jess, terrified, alone and bleeding while this monster watched.
“No one came, I Seraphine made sure of that he continued, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “There was no one to take her to the hospital. She bled right there on the dining room floor, calling for help that never came.”
Hot tears streamed down my face and I couldn’t stop them. They burned tracks down my cheeks and dripped onto my lap.
‘You didn’t even help her, you both watched her bleed to her death I whispered.
The accusation hung between us and for a moment I thought maybe, just maybe, there was some humanity left in him that would make him deny it.
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Chapter 177
Make him say he tried to help, that he called for someone, that he did something other than stand there and watch a pregnant woman die.
Instead, he smiled wider.
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“Of course not. That wasn’t the point. The point was to let nature take its course with a little push from Seraphine’s special tea blend. He tilted his head like he was remembering something pleasant.
“And I made sure to tell her why it was happening while she lay there. I told her it was because of you. That she was paying the price for your grief, for the way you still mourned Tristan even while warming my bed.”
The words hit me like physical blows. Each syllable was a knife twisting deeper into my chest.
“That’s not true,” I voice came out in a broken sob. “I never… I didn’t even know her.”
My scream split the air, raw and shaking. It tore from my throat without permission, carrying all the horror and rage and helplessness I felt.
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“You should have seen her face when I explained,” he went on mercilessly. ‘She kept saying it wasn’t fair, that you didn’t even know her, that she never did anything to hurt you. And she was right, but life isn’t fair, is it?”
I was sobbing seriously now, great heaving sobs that made my whole body shake. The chains around my wrists cut into my skin but I barely felt it.
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“She begged me to help her,” he said, crouching down again so he was at eye level with me. “Begged me to call someone, to do something, anything. She said she was sorry for whatever she’d done wrong.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
