Page 96 of Shattered Veil

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“Before I left Sydney. I’m not very regular. My cycle fluctuates. The pills were supposed to help that, too.” She bites her lip and then looks up at me. “It’s yours, Balor.”

I grip her face, shock rolling through me that she thinks I would even suspect it wasn’t mine. “Of course, it’s mine.”

Considering she told me she wasn’t on the pill when I fucked her in L.A. where I pulled off the condom and filled her with my cum out of uncontrollable lust, this pregnancy is my fault.

“My brother, Darragh, will arrange to have you examined by a colleague right away. Today.” I reach for my phone, but she stops my hand.

“I don’t want to be a bother to your family.” She sounds like doesn’t want my brother to know.

“I just want to make sure everything is okay. That you’re okay.” I hold her against my chest.

“I feel fine. Just...emotional.” She looks up at me. “And really dying for sex.”

“Can you play hooky from school, little girl?” I tease her.

Smiling, she says, “The negative part of working for a school is that calling out messes up the day for a lot of people. Including the kids.” Her lips close around my jaw. “School will be closed for the February break soon.”

“Okay. Good.” I get out of bed and get my thoughts under control.

It’s not Darragh I’m worried about. It’s Lachlan who plans to kill her father.

Fuck, Corvin is my child’s grandfather.

This poor kid won the gobshite grandfather lottery. My da is no prize. I have to live with pretending what I saw that night didn’t happen. That I didn’t see him beat my mother. That I’ve forgiven him. But I’ve kept his secret because I honestly don’t know what my brothers would do. The sheer audacity of Da’s arrogance to lay a hand on the mother of seven fucking sons, five of whom he groomed to be killers just like him.

I was only sixteen at the time, and after witnessing his violence against Ma, he pulled me aside.

“Do yourself a favor, don’t get married. Don’t have kids. I got enough sons who will carry on my name. Women are fucking trouble. Pay one to suck your dick and be done with them.”The alcohol on his breath dulled the meaning of his words, and I told myself he didn’t mean it.“You’re the smartest one, Balor. We had you tested. You’ll do great things.”

After he stumbled from his bedroom, I ran to my mother to help her, troubled by the disgusting mix of my father’s compliment with his confession. It made me want to throw up, and I questioned what was true and what was drunken babble.

Ma held her head high, wiping the blood from her nose, and sternly made me promise not to tell my older brothers.

To this day, I’ve kept their secret, privately holding a grudge against Da. And upset at myself for being too small, too afraid to intervene.

It’s only been tempered by the way he’s been taking care of Ma since her illness intensified.

I have to come to terms that I’m saving Ella because I couldn’t protect my mother that night. But it confuses me if what I feel for her is real. Or some transference that will blow up in my face later.

“Balor, do you have anything else to say about this?” Ella knocks me out of my thoughts.

I’m shocked where they went. Had I been bottling all that up?

“We can wait for you to see your doctor.”

Her eyes go glassy. “Nothing else?”

My heart seizes. Is she expecting me to tell her I love her? Or to propose? Right here, right now? “No. So long as you’re feeling well and don’t need anything.”

“Okay.”

“Was there something you expected me to say?” If she gives me an opening, maybe Iwillpropose.

If she’s pregnant withmybaby, wewillbe getting married. Full. Stop.

Her body tenses. “Fuck off?”

A wave of anger floods my veins. I clench my fists and take a deep breath before I respond. “Fuck off? Are you serious?”




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