Chloe’s POV

Gold’s words clung to me like wet silk. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?

I couldn’t sleep. I tossed, turned, stared at the ceiling until my eyes stung. Every creak in the house sounded like danger, every shadow like someone creeping closer to tear my mask away.

I pressed my palm against my belly again, harder this time. The truth was there, alive inside me, growing by the day. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t erase it.

Zoe’s voice haunted me: Make him yours before ...