I hear footsteps climbing the stairs and I make ready, ready to rain hell's fire down on them– but suddenly, I feel a strange shift in my emotions, and I pause– dread filling the silence. Something is off.
Their slow steps come to a halt before they reach the door, and curiosity gets the better of me as I move closer to the separating barrier, wanting to know what's going on.
"... for fu*k sake, she's pregnant. We can’t keep her here" Clay growls, though his volume remains a whisper.
What? They are planning to get rid of me?
"This wasn't part of the plan–" Griffen retorts, a touch of anger in his voice, but Clay cuts him off.
"None of this was part of the plan. But plans change."
What the hell is going on?
"Clay's right." Grayson's whispers, much to my surprise. "We can't have her
