Nora's POV
"What?" Antonia lunges forward, her voice sharp with disbelief. "Why would he—how the hell did this happen?"
"That's exactly what I want to know," I whisper, straightening up and brushing away the tears that won't seem to stop. "The moment he looked at me, it was like he could see right through me." My hand drifts instinctively to my belly. "Everything spiraled so fast." I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image burns behind my lids—Lena crumpled on the kitchen floor, crimson spreading across her shirt. "Lena was dying right in front of me."
"So you struck a bargain with the devil himself." James shoots to his feet, fangs gleaming as he stalks across the living room like a caged predator. "What were you thinking, Nora?"
My heart stumbles at the fury radiating from him. "What do you mean?"
"You made a deal with Hugo," he says each word like it tastes bitter. "And you used our baby as leverage."
"James," Antonia warns, but he cuts her off with a raised hand.
