Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“We’ve kept a close eye on the pregnancies and haven’t seen a reason to be concerned yet. Of course, we’ll have to do blood work once the babies are delivered, but I don’t see any reason to panic. We’ll test the wives first and then monitor the babies even closer until delivery.”
Silence fills the room as they let all the new information sink in and think about their options, which aren’t many. Their wives either have the enhancement or they don’t.
I look over at Adam who hasn’t spoken to me. I’m surprised he’s even here. “You know what this means?”
His blank stare meets mine.
“If Ashtyn is from a founder, then so are you,” I state the obvious.
Saint is the one who lets out a sigh as if he hadn’t thought of that. His mind has been on his wife, not his brother-in-law.
“Doesn’t matter.” Adam shakes his head. He knows where his future is going, and it has nothing to do with the Lords.
“Adam—”
“I said it doesn’t matter, Kash,” Adam snaps at him.
Silence falls over the room once again, and after a few minutes, I clear my throat. “There’s one more thing.”
“What is it?” Tyson sighs.
“They gave me several different drugs, and I’m not sure which one it was…but one of them made me hallucinate.” If they’re going to take something, they need to prepare themselves.
“Hallucinate how?” Sin asks.
I’m not sure how to explain it. “Think of worst-case scenarios.”
They all nod as if understanding, and then everyone filters out of my room to go get the tests done. Kashton hovers, and I know what’s coming before he even opens his mouth.
“Just say it,” I tell Kash, watching him pace. It’s going to come sooner or later, and I’d rather it be now.
He comes to a stop and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Not suicidal?” He gives a rough laugh. “That seemed pretty fucking suicidal to me, Haidyn.” His hard eyes glare at me.
“Charlotte—”
“Don’t tell me you did that for her, Haidyn!” he shouts, interrupting me. “Do you have any idea what kind of state she was in? She’s not my favorite person, but Charlotte was practically comatose. She fucking shut down on all of us. Hell, Adam wanted to tie her to a hospital bed and sedate her with a feeding tube.” My hands fist at that thought. “Fuck, man.” His eyes soften, and his shoulders slump. “How many times do I have to think you’ve killed yourself? Hmm? How many times do I have to lose a brother?”
The sincerity in his voice makes my chest ache.
He steps closer to the bed and shoves his hands into the front pockets of his bloody jeans. He hasn’t changed since they found me. “We’ve already said bye to Adam twice. And we’re going to have to do it again. But how many times are you going to leave us?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He snorts, not believing a word I say. “You’ve been MIA and got married. FUCKING MARRIED!” Kash screams. “You had Adam there. What about us, huh? What about me?”
“I made you her guardian,” I inform him.
“How was that possible, Haidyn? Hmm? Because I wasn’t fucking there to sign off on that.”
I run a hand down my face. “I had Adam sign your name.”
He throws his arms out to his side and then lets them fall, slapping his thighs. “You should have just had Adam sign his.”
“I wanted you.”
“I—” The sound of the door opening cuts me off, and I see Charlotte step into the room.
I stiffen when I see she’s got black eyes and a cut on her face. “What the fuck happened?” My wide eyes go to Kash.
He turns to see her standing there and speaks, ignoring my question. “We’ll finish this conversation later,” Kash tells me and then walks over to her. Placing his hands on either side of her bruised face. “Give him hell, love.” He then releases her, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a ring. My wedding ring. Handing it over to her, he exits, leaving us alone.
She shuts the door and leans back against it, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Doll face?” I lower my voice. “What happened to you?” Fuck, I never thought I’d see her again, and I have the urge to pinch myself to make sure I’m not hallucinating or dreaming.
Her gaze drops to her shoes while mine looks over her yoga pants and my oversized T-shirt, before her tear-filled eyes slowly look up to meet mine.
I sigh. “Charlotte—”
“You left me naked…tied to my bed.” She pulls her bottom lip in to nibble on it nervously.
“I had no…”
“Choice?” She gives a rough laugh, looking at my ring in her hand. “You’re the one who told me we always have a choice. You just chose to leave me!” Her voice rises.
I expected everyone to hate me. That was the point. They were supposed to despise me and move on with their lives while I rotted in there.