Page 163 of SINS & Riley
His voice is too smooth, too easy—grating across my nerves like a coarse nail file. “She’s fine, but?—”
Then his eyes drop to my legs. To the blood.
“Um—yeah,” he drawls. “We’re definitely gonna need a doctor.”
A pause.
His gaze locks on me, and for one terrifying second, I swear Dante’s ghost is staring back.
“No, not for me,” he says. “Thank God the safety was on.”
My stomach drops.
I almost shot him.
I almost shot… Dante?
The world tilts sideways, heat draining out of me until there’s nothing left.
It all fades to warmth and darkness and…
Black.
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When I come to, voices are circling all around.
“From what I can tell, she’s about twelve weeks. Maybe fourteen. We need to be careful with the baby.”
The baby.
You mean my baby.
My eyes flicker open.
Zver’s room swims into focus—except it’s different. An IV drip is beside me, medical supplies scattered across the dresser, and a man with a stethoscope leans over me.
I try to lift my head. Dizziness throws me like a tsunami. I slump back, weak as the ceiling spins all around.
“Easy,” his voice murmurs as he catches my wrist. “Just take your time.”
My eyes slit open, groggy, to find his fingers pressed against my pulse.
His voice is steady, carved from stone. “Are you in any pain?”
So much pain I can’t figure out if there’s a single part of me that isn’t screaming after my little swan dive from two stories up. “I’m fine.” I think.
Before I can ask, another voice cuts in from across the room.
“Thank fuck. We thought we lost you.”
My gaze jerks toward it, cutting through the haze?—
My heart lunges to my throat.
It’s Dante’s face.
