~ Stephano

Hell, Camilla Whitlock was pregnant.

Pregnant with my child. My child. Hell. My blood ran hot, my groin throbbed in an instant, a reaction I hated myself for. I’d imagined her swollen with my seed before, fantasized about the weight of her belly beneath my hands, the life inside her a result of me, but this? Seeing the actual proof in her hands, the test staring up at me like a mocking mirror? I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” I finally said, pacing, my fists clenching and unclenching as if I could squeeze the chaos out of my brain....