The Prey

Silence.

It stretched taut between us. A thin thread ready to snap.

Judas’s pale eyes didn’t waver from mine yet his expressions were as unreadable as my whispered words.

And then he did something I didn’t expect.

He chuckled.

Low and quiet at first. The sound rolled from his chest like cold thunder, growing darker, and sharper, until it wrapped around me like a noose. My pulse quickened, and I couldn’t tell if it was fear or humiliation or some sick, twisted combination of both.

“You might be pregnant?” he repeated probably weighing what I just aid. Of course it was an assumption. It was not like I...