For the first time, Celeste truly felt fear grip her heart.

She tried to back away, her body instinctively retreating, but there was no escape from Silas’s knife as it hovered dangerously close.

“The child...” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Silas sneered, and he regarded her with contempt. “Scarlett, really? You, of all people, get worked up over a child? You know it’s just a burden, right? Why not let me do you a favor and take care of it for ...