[Elena's POV]

"Ryan's," I said. The word tasted like copper. "That is what Jake told you."

Noah didn't answer. The stillness in his face was absolute. He stared at me through a pane of bulletproof glass, completely unreachable.

I kept my hands flat against my sides. "The baby is yours."

He stepped toward me. The heavy scent of cold mint and blood from his bandaged hand filled the space between us.

"You expect me to believe you," Noah stated. His voice carried zero inflection. "You sat on my lap ...