“Give me that!”
He snatched the phone from my hand. He didn’t just take it, he threw it.
He flung it across the kitchen. It hit the far wall with a horrifying crack and shattered into plastic shards.
“You’re not going to call anyone,” David whispered, looming over me. “You’re going to shut up. You’re going to stop bleeding. And you’re going to apologize to my mother for ruining my Christmas.”
Chapter 3: The Lawyer’s Arrogance
I lay in a pool of my own blood and the remains of my unborn child. The pain should have paralyzed me. The physical shock should have knocked me unconscious.
But something else was happening.
The Thorne bloodline was awakening.
But David had just killed my child.
