CHAPTER 25.

Zike

RORY'S POV

"Please… help me," I stuttered, barely aware of who else was in the room. The pain was unbearable.

He stepped forward, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"I will gladly help you," he said.

Before I could react, he lifted me and placed me on a chair. His gaze dropped to my legs, and when he saw the blood, he let out a dramatic gasp.

"You’re losing a child."

"No… no…" My breath hitched, panic choking me.

He smirked. "It’s okay. You’ll make more."

With a casual ease, he wiped the blood away, as if it meant nothing.

"Who… who are you?" My voice...