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He nods and steps back.

I grab my phone and slip into the room, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. The screen glows in the dark.

Zoya.

She answers on the first ring.

“You okay?”

My voice is too quiet. Fragile.

“Can you maybe… Can you get me a… test?”

The silence on her end is immediate. Heavy.

Then—

“Pregnancy test?” she whispers.

I barely trust my voice. “Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

I hang up.

My hands are shaking again.

Chapter 24

VADKA

It’s almosttwo a.m. when she finds me at the kitchen table.

She’s barefoot, wearing one of my shirts again—she does it without asking now, and I fucking love that. It falls off one shoulder, her legs bare. Hair is a mess. Eyes sharp.

My god, she’s beautiful.

She’s beautiful in that way people whisper about. Hushed and reverent, a little awed. And I want her, I want her so fucking badly I’m instantly hard. But she didn’t feel well earlier, and I don’t want to push.

Zoya came home and dropped off supplies.

“Maps again?” she asks, leaning over the table.

“Trying to see what the next move will be,” I say. “They’re obviously not posturing anymore.”

“No,” she murmurs. “They want blood.”

Her voice trembles. Just for a second.

I hate it.

“You think he’s planning a coordinated hit?”

“Or a message,” I say. “Something brutal. Public. The Undertaker is the Irish’s most wanted. He wants a panic. A culling.”

She sits down, legs pulled up on the chair, staring at the intel.

“Maybe we should… I dunno, scatter the assets. Move the kids out of state.”

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