CHAPTER 23

ATTACK

RORY'S POV

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse spike.

“It does matter, Rory,” he said, his voice low, controlled—but I could hear the anger beneath it. “Who is the father?”

I lifted my chin. “It’s none of your concern.”

His chest rose sharply. For a moment, I thought he might explode, but instead, he exhaled through his nose, stepping back like he was forcing himself to stay in control.

“You’re getting rid of it.”

My stomach dropped. I stiffened. “What?”

His gaze was cold, unyielding. “You heard me.”

“No,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “I won’t.”

His jaw clenched....