I stared at the phone screen, a familiar sickness creeping up my throat. The two pink lines on the pregnancy test in Selene's photo seemed to mock me, each one a dagger to my heart. I'd spent too many years staring at negative tests not to recognize a positive one when I saw it.
Selene Vance was pregnant. With Kaelen's baby.
The timing couldn't be worse. Just when I thought Kaelen and I were finding some kind of fragile peace, reality came crashing in again. I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat as the edges of my vision blurred.
My fingers trembled as I set the phone face-down on the nightstand. I wouldn't cry. I'd done enough crying lately to last a lifetime. Besides, I'd known this was a possibility since she'd drugged him. Hadn't I?
The bedroom door opened, and I quickly wiped at my eyes.
"Seraphina?" Kaelen's voice was concerned as he approached the bed. "What's wrong?"
I plastered on a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Nothing. Just tired."
