_Lyla's POV_
Dorian’s voice rose sharply, slicing through the tense air of the hospital room.
“This is too dangerous, Lyla!” he snapped, his hand tightening over mine. His eyes, usually a calming storm of blue, were now churning with fear and anger. “You’re pregnant. You're not just risking your life anymore, you’re risking the baby's life too!”
I held his gaze. I refused to flinch. “And if we don’t stop Aaron, neither of us will have a future. You know that, Dorian.”
“There has to be another way. A safer one. You don’t have to do this!” His voice cracked with desperation.
My throat ached, but I forced the words out. “I have to. For us. For everyone who is counting on us. I can’t sit here and wait for Aaron to destroy everything we love. I need to find the truth. I need to finish what
