He disconnected the call. And the moment the line went dead, Cassian laughed.
He laughed from deep in his stomach, his broad shoulders shaking against the headboard, his head tipping back as the sound filled the dark room. He brought the phone down from his ear and shook his head slowly, his grin so wide it pulled at the bite mark Cixi had left on his lower lip days ago.
A pregnancy.
She had walked into the Crown Palace and told his family she was carrying his child. She had fabricated a baby, strapped a fake belly to her body, and convinced the most dangerous family in the city to house her in the palace.
He had not seen that coming. Just like he had not seen the kissing contract coming. Just like he had not seen her biting his lip at the nightclub, coming.
His laughter softened into a low, dark chuckle.
