The ride back to the mansion were moments of tears and exhaustion.

When my cab finally pulled up to the iron gates, the house was dark except for the bright light coming from the living room window.

I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my flat stomach, drawing strength from the tiny heartbeat I heard at the clinic. I pushed the front door open and walked inside.

Zyran stood in the middle of the living room.

He had taken off his tuxedo jacket, and his bowtie hung loosely around his neck. When he heard my footsteps, he turned around. His dark eyes burned with cold, terrifying fury....