Selene's POV
Abel didn’t move at first. He just looked at me the way a hawk looks at something small and struggling in the grass.
Then he stepped closer, his boots creaking on the warped boards. “Whose child are you carrying?”
For a second, I thought I would be sick. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Well?” he pressed, his tone dripping with hate. “Are you going to claim it’s Victor’s? Do you really expect me to believe that fairy tale?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the burn in my throat. “It’s none of your business.”
“Oh, it is.” He moved another step closer, and I could see the hard lines of his face, the way his jaw tensed like he was holding back something uglier. “It is everyone’s business when the Luna ends up knocked up by gods-know-who. Because you and I both know this c
