“You will give birth to my son,” Adrian says. “Maxrisa. My heir.”
“Why do you need a son?” I spit back in hurt. “You have daughters. The youngest is a little over a year old. Green eyes darken—frightening. I turn away so the traitor can’t see my tears. If it weren’t for the third month of pregnancy, I would never show him my weakness.”
“Where did you know?” he asks.
“I saw you.”
“My family has nothing to do with you, Vera.” I flinch like I’ve been slapped. Pain breaks through a dam of pride and detachment.
“You will give birth to my son… And then I’ll see what to do with you.”
Background: “Ex. A losing game.” Can be read separately.
HE18+, profanity
A book for pre-reading/editing