Felicity’s POV

“What do you mean,” I spat, my chest heaving, “I can’t get pregnant for you?”

Theron’s lips curled into that cruel, amused smile that I had grown to hate more than anything. “Two reasons,” he said, almost lazily, like he was explaining the rules of some game I had already lost. “The first? I’ve been feeding you contraceptives since the night we were bound.”

For a moment, my jaw nearly dropped.

He had a look of triumph and amusement on his face by my ...