“Say what?!” Medira feels her heart race as adrenaline pushes through her veins.
“I’m sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” She stands up from the chair and looks around the room as if looking for something.
“Medira, I’m not stupid. I know you aren’t pregnant. I also know whose baby you intend on presenting as Dremon’s.”
“THAT’S A LIE! I am pregnant!” Her anger flares in her eyes when she turns back to confront the man that promised to help her.
He pulls out a folder from his top drawer and hands it to her. Inside there are pictures of her and the girl meeting up. The small baby bump is unmissable on the girl’s petite body and is in sharp contrast to Medira’s perfectly flat abdomen.
She feels her heart skip a beat this time as she looks from the pictures to Azakras and bac
