Isabella's hands were trembling with rage. She squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, "Desmond, you've really got no shame left, do you?"
"No shame?" Desmond sneered, tone full of mockery. "Then I'll show you just how shameless I can be. Let's go to the hospital now. We'll see exactly whose kid this is after the test."
Panic surged through Isabella. She struggled wildly—she had to get away. She knew if Desmond said it, he'd do it. He'd actually get rid of the baby.
But there was no chance to fight back. Desmond scooped her up like she weighed nothing, stormed out of the train station, and shoved her into the car.
Suddenly, a sharp cramp stabbed through Isabella's lower belly. A chilling wetness spread between her legs, soaking her pants.
The metallic scent of blood
