Page 40 of Hopeless Sacrifice
His gaze darts to Dax’s as his smile widens.
“I said I’d tell you later.” His lips skim my jaw for only an instant.
A popping sound signals the cork coming out from the bottle. He starts to pour me a large glass of wine, but still all I can think about is the plethora of dirty knowledge my aunt has.
“Did she say something weird about a spit roast? Because she has a kind of weird personality, and I don’t want whatever it is that she said to make things weird between us.”
Daxdyn’s laughter starts out quiet but the moment the other two men join him, it turns into this sound of happiness that makes me smile despite myself.
I shouldn’t be this happy but I am. I actually don’t remember the last time I was ever this happy.
“The words ‘spit roast’ never came up, I promise.” He kisses my lips slowly as he hands me the glass. I lean into the affection as his palm settles low on my hip. It’s only a second. Just a brushing of our lips that steals my breath away.
The red color stains the glass, and before I can even hold it for longer than a second, Daxdyn’s pulling the much-needed drink away from me.
My brows pinch together. His lips part but he doesn’t say anything.
It’s like he doesn’t even know what to say. So we only stare in confusion at one another for a moment.
He tips the glass to his lips and downs the whole thing in a single drink.
“Wow, that—that was kind of rude.” I take it back from him and pour myself another as I try to ignore his weird behavior.
I fill it to the rim and I can almost feel Daxdyn’s apprehension pushing into me. Once again, he steals the drink away, sloshing a little over my knuckles before downing it.
“Dax,” I try to control the tremble of irrational anger in my voice, “if you fucking touch this next glass of wine, so help me gods—”
Fury shakes through me as he steals away the whole damn bottle and starts to chug.
“Stop being an asshole. You’re supposed to be the sweet one! I don’t know what your fucking problem’s been lately, but I physically need that wine to sleep tonight.”
He lowers the bottle and I stare up at his intense, stormy eyes. The aggression pushing against my chest reflects in his gaze. His emotions match mine in this instant and neither of us are budging.
My hands rise slightly and I don’t think I’ve ever been this annoyed with anyone in my life.
In a single step, he crowds my body with his. His jaw tics as if there’s something he wants to say but he refuses to open his mouth to let the words come out.
“Why are you being like this?” It’s a small, uncontrollable shriek that’s tearing at my voice.
“Because it’s not good for our fucking baby,” he yells back.
The breath in my lungs is forgotten. My lips part with a thousand unspoken words and all I can do is stare up at him and his fuming anger.
Protectively, my palm brushes over my flat stomach as fear begins to trickle in until it’s flooding my body. My body that not even I understand apparently.
But this fae does.
I’m … pregnant?
The weird way he’s been acting for the last few weeks skims through my mind. All the way back to when he asked me if I wanted kids when we stayed at his sister’s house.
“You knew. You knew for weeks and you didn’t tell me?” It’s a quiet but rasping question that I have to force from my throat.
He fucking let me walk around here recklessly. He fucking watched me fight Druw. He fucking let me plan a war. He fucking knew and he didn’t tell me.
The darkness in his gray eyes fades away. “Kara, I’m sorry.” The gentle touch of his palm against my knuckles is shaken off.
“Don’t touch me.”
In a rush of angry steps, I push past him. Darrio sidesteps me, looking wide eyed. His gaze trails down my body, settling on my stomach for a long few seconds that make my emotions twist inside.
Until I shove past him as well.
And that’s my problem; I’ve never needed anyone. I don’t know how to tell someone that I need them the most right now.
