I glance at him, thankful, letting the door slam shut as soon as Jase steps back. As I flick the lock, I see a shadow at the base of the door, and it doesn’t move for a long time. I hold my breath and let it go, again and again, an old habit I used to do when I was stressed out. Three held breaths and the shadow is still there.
“I’m not talking to you,” I call, to the person behind the door. “Go away.”
But he doesn’t.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, “I’m never leaving you again.”
As I slide to the floor, sobbing, thinking of the horrid fucking mess that I’m in, the baby nudges the inside of my belly, the boat lurches to the side, and I hang on to the floor for dear life.
As the boat rocks on the rough sea, my own words come back to haunt me.
Four sons dead before you even fucking noticed me.
Well, Dornan’s noticed me now. And he thinks I’m pregnant with his baby. He’s going to tear the world down until he finds me and makes me pay.