He pulled the knife hard, causing it to slide and stab his left shoulder. Blood then spattered everywhere, soaking his white shirt.
“Phoebe, are you fucking crazy?” he roared as his hand clamped around my throat, seemingly beside himself. The eye I’d already blinded flashed something brutal.
I stared back, gasping, and sneered, “I’ve always been crazy. Did you only notice today?”
Maybe he was afraid something would happen to the baby, because finally he loosened his grip and then slammed me onto the floor.
My legs were already shattered, but I still kicked and tried to stand. Yet, it was useless. Still, I wasn’t afraid to speak hard truths.
“Cade, I’m not going to let this child be born,” I said.
“Bring her back!” he ordered.
He cursed under his breath, pressed at his wounded shoulder, and coldly warned the bodyguards, “Nothing must happen to the baby. If anything goes wrong, you’ll be the ones getting shot.”
As they dragged me away, Cade gave me a cold smile.
“Phoebe.” His fingers were oddly gentle as he stroked my face. “Remember this. With me around, you won’t die. As for the baby, there’s only one future for it. And that is to be born safe."