Chapter 144

Sienna

He turned to look at Brenna and me, his eyes assessing us both professionally, and I saw him take in the cut on Brenna's arm that was still bleeding through the bandage Danika had wrapped, the bruises forming on her face, and then his eyes moved to me, taking in my neck, my face, the way I was holding myself.

"You're pregnant," he said to me, and it wasn't a question.

"Yes," I said.