Mara's POV

Elias’ hand closed around my wrist before I even found the strength to step away from him. One moment I was blinking at him, startled, my mouth still tasting of mint and acid, and the next he yanked me back into the restroom and shut the door with a sharp slam.

“What did you just say?” His voice was low, dangerous, so quiet it felt louder than a shout.

I swallowed hard. “Elias, let go.”

“No.” His grip tightened. “Say it again. Say exactly what you said.”

“I didn’t mean...”

“You said you might be pregnant with my child.” His jaw clenched, eyes searching my face as if...