I should have known Lilith's "illness" was just another manipulation. The way her eyes gleamed with satisfaction when my brothers rushed to her aid made me sick. Now, standing in her room with Kaelen gently laying her on the bed, I watched her continue the charade.
"Thank you for bringing me here," she whispered, her voice weak and breathy. She reached for Kaelen's hand. "I was so scared when I felt faint."
Kaelen's face, usually softened around Lilith, remained stone cold. I knew that look. He'd reached his breaking point.
"Why did you allow yourself to get pregnant, Lilith?" he asked, his voice eerily calm.
The question hung in the air like a thunderclap. Lilith's eyes widened, her act faltering for a brief moment before she recovered.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her hand fluttering to her stomach. "I thought you would be happy. One of you will be a father."
Ronan stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. "Cut the act. We never agreed to have a child with you."
