“Fuck you, Remington. I’m not buying that you’re pregnant. I want nothing to do with you, do you understand me?” he snarled.
“She’s very much pregnant, Rhys. She has two heartbeats,” Ian announced, and Cole exhaled, staring at me.
“Fuck you too, Ian,” Rhys growled, gazing at me with cold malice that soaked into my bones.
“You think I knew who she was? I thought my mother was Elizabeth Silversmith. That’s who I knew her to be since as long as I can remember. Honestly, I probably would have kept it from you had I known. You questioned me being here, but I never wanted to be here, Rhys. You forced me to stay with you. You took my silver, and while I didn’t understand the gravity of it, I know you did. My father found my mother and pretended to be something he wasn’t so that I could be born to police the Silversmiths. I don’t know why, or what his actual intentions were for creating me with Roslyn. I didn’t come here to hurt you. I came because my mother wasn’t answering her phone, and all of my memories said she was a gentle, loving mother who cared if I lived or died. Winchester shouldn’t have changed or altered my memories. I assume she never thought I would wind up in the hands of the one creature strong enough to destroy the wall inside my head that held the horrible truth locked away.”
“I don’t care what fucked up shit your mommy did to you. I don’t care about you or your whore of a mother. I get it now. My deep attraction to you wasn’t for you at all. I just needed it spelled out for me. You’re the daughter of the one woman I ever loved, and she’s a part of you. I wanted her so I could save her. I ended up with her lying, conniving daughter instead. No wonder it was so easy to let my guard down around you. I’m sure that was why I wanted your tight pussy so bad as well.”
I laughed silently, fighting against the tears his words created within me. I sucked my lip between my teeth, slowly balling my hands into tight fists at my sides. He hated me, and I was very much pregnant with his child. I’d discovered it right before heading into the hall where I’d gotten distracted by Thurston. I nodded, wiping my eyes, inhaling a fortified breath. He watched me expectantly, like he assumed I’d argue with him pushing me away. Instead, I turned toward the Audi, where Nyx sat, having sensed my need to escape.
“You’re going to let her walk away with the heir to the Van Helsing House in her womb?” Nyota snapped, her eyes sliding to me and back to Rhys.
“It’s not my heir, at least not one I will claim openly.”
“Rhys, she didn’t even know! She killed the evil bitch! Remington isn’t Roslyn. She’s danced with dimwits and charmed the entire alpha population without fucking them. Who has ever been able to do that before?” Nyota hissed.
“Roslyn, her mother,” he answered, turning to walk into the house while I slid into the car silently.
“Drive,” I whispered, closing the door before the car started down the cobblestone driveway.
“He is wrong to do this to you.”
“He feels betrayed, Nyx. I don’t blame him. I don’t even know what to think right now. My mother was the horrid monster, one who enjoyed hurting him. I feel dirty. I slept with a man who loved my mother.”
“Yeah, that one is a bit awkward, no matter how you argue it, or I would.”
“I mean, it was like three hundred years ago, so that shouldn’t make it as weird, right?” I asked, and she turned to look at me laughing, slowly shaking her head.
“What are we going to do now, Remington?”
“I’m a Silversmith and a silversmith by trade. You’re a nymph, one who has guys eating out of your vagina if you ask them to. We’ll be okay. We’re going to be okay.”
“You’re going to have a baby which means you need to be careful. It’s going to need a name.”
My hand touched my flat stomach, and I smiled through the tears blinding me. “Bullet,” I laughed, hating the sick feeling that ruined the moment. Tears slipped free as a sob exploded from my lips. Nyx pulled the car off to the side of the road, sliding out of her seat to come around,