Page 63 of Tyrant

From the corner of my eye, I noticed her hand unconsciously caress her abdomen while she looked out the window. It was a sight I’d remember for the rest of my life.

Beautiful.

Mesmerizing.

So unaware and peaceful, and yet, what was about to happen would be anything but.

Balen said she’d more than likely lose the baby. But I couldn’t tell her that.

Abby had been a fling. A hot, sexy witch I fucked while I’d been in town. That was all it was supposed to be. I’d made that clear before I’d taken her back to the hotel. She’d known I was leaving to go home to Florida.

I was supposed to fuckin’ forget all about her.

But I never had.