I nodded quickly, but inside, panic clawed at my insides. I couldn’t lose this child. I couldn’t lose everything I was fighting for.
“Mirra,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t. I can’t lose my baby.”
“You won’t,” Mirra replied, her voice firm, but I could hear the worry beneath it.
I nodded, though doubt gnawed at me. The pieces of my plan were shifting, falling into place in ways I hadn’t expected. I’d taken risks, but now, with Mason on the verge of rejecting me and everything hanging by a thread, I had to trust that Dexter would follow through.
And if he didn’t...
The plan would fail. And everything, including my child, would be lost.
MASON
“She doesn’t deserve you, Mason.”
Claire’s voice was a soft murmur, but the venom in her words was unmistakable. She leaned closer, her fingers brushing against my chest, her lips curving into a smile that could melt stone.
I sighed, already bracing myself for what I knew was coming.
“We’ve been over this,” I said, keeping my tone even.
“But everyone already knows,” she pressed, her lips ghosting over mine before I pushed her back gently but firmly.