Sabrina blushed, ducking her head, and Lucian nodded proudly as though he deserved praise.
I watched them, hands curling into fists so tightly my nails broke skin.
Just two more weeks. Two more weeks, and I would be gone from Lucian Blackwood’s life forever.
Lucian followed the healer into her office to retrieve Sabrina’s prenatal results. Sabrina, meanwhile, murmured something about needing to use the restroom—but she didn’t move an inch. She simply lingered in the hallway, waiting.
The moment their footsteps faded behind the door, she drawled, voice dripping with mock amusement, “You can come out now. You’ve been hiding there long enough. Haven’t you stared your fill?”
I stepped out from behind the corner, keeping my expression as blank as stone.
Seeing my silence, Sabrina’s mask slipped; irritation flared through her eyes, quickly sharpening into ridicule.
“What’s wrong?” she taunted. “Not even a shred of dignity left? You’ve always known Lucian never chose you. Yet here you are, clinging to that Luna title like it means something.”
A cold, humorless laugh escaped me. “And you don’t feel embarrassed being the wolf who crawls into another woman’s marriage knowingly?”