Chloe jolted awake from a nightmare soaked in blood. For a split second, she almost believed it was just a really long, twisted dream.
"Finally up? Wow, you're one tough one."
That voice—so familiar and dripping with spite—was one Chloe could recognize even in her sleep.
"Sorry to disappoint you by surviving." Her throat was raw, like she'd been swallowing crushed glass, but that didn't stop her from snapping back.
Irene stood there in hospital garb, chuckling softly. She didn't go on mocking, though. Instead, her hand moved to press lightly against Chloe's lower belly.
"Shame about the baby, though."
What?!
In a flash, Chloe remembered the scalding rush of warmth between her legs right before she blacked out. No… no way—
Her fingers trembled as she moved them to
