It was like he sensed my hesitation because he immediately stood up. His tall frame loomed over me as he reached for my hand.
I pulled it back instantly. "When is our wedding?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.
"In the next few days," he replied smoothly. "George is preparing the demon grounds already. We're creating a safe environment for you—and for our unborn child."
My eyes widened, but before I could speak, I noticed his gaze drifting to my stomach. I shifted uncomfortably, crossing my arms.
"I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable," he said quickly. "That's exactly why I believe communication between us will help. Maybe then… we won't be so awkward."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Listen to yourself. You said it yourself—our relationship is built on nothing. You know that, right?"
He blinked, silent.
"You stole me from my family," I continued. "You brought me here against my will, and now you're hoping we'll live happily ever after?"
