Malcolm's jaw clenched. He glared up into Dahmer's face, the weight of the Enigma's question hanging in the air between them like a blade.
"Lukas, don't you dare sit there and pretend you don't know!" Malcolm rumbled, his voice dropping into a raspy register that shook with irritation. He thrashed his hips slightly against Dahmer's frame, his amber eyes burning with a desperate, conflicting fire. "You know damn well that I didn't want this pregnancy in the first place! It's completely turning my life upside down! I am a CEO—how the hell am I supposed to run a company when my anatomy is shifting, making me bloated, sick, and forced to miss crucial executive board meetings?!"
