My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Even hours after Kaelen had left to "handle" my blackmailer, I couldn't calm down. I paced back and forth in our bedroom, my arms wrapped protectively around my swollen belly.
"What did he say exactly?" Lyra asked from her perch on the edge of the bed. I'd called her the moment Kaelen had stormed out, looking more lethal than I'd ever seen him.
"Just that he'd 'take care of it,'" I replied, making air quotes. "With that terrifying look he gets—you know the one. Where his eyes go all cold and his jaw gets tight."
Lyra winced. "Poor Mrs. Whitmore."
"Poor Mrs. Whitmore?" I stopped pacing to stare at my sister. "She was trying to blackmail me! She wanted two hundred thousand dollars to keep quiet about me being human."
