Page 69 of Trapping His Angel

Shocked, my mouth dropped open. “Why?”

“Because I think you want to face your trauma head-on to heal, however, due to how you lived at The Academy, you don’t know much else,” she stated. It was blunt as fuck.

“I have the memories, but they feel like someone else’s life,” I murmured.

“I know how much Benedikt likes to stay remote, and he would make for a good candidate for Headmaster, if we wanted to give him that position,” Tiffany murmured, like she was speaking to herself.

This was the Pakhan’s wife. She would allocate whatever job she saw fit to her army. We were to say thank you and keep going.

“Benedikt is old,” Sloane said from the phone.

I bristled, but Tiffany laid a hand on mine.

“She didn’t mean that as an offense. We all grow old, just like me and Sloane.” Her kind tone didn’t match the manic glaze in her eyes.

I nodded, agreeing anyway, because it was better than getting killed by her. Tiffany clapped in glee.

“Now, I wanted to have us all here, but Kaida was to report back to Makari, so she’s going to miss the fun,” Tiffany crowed.

“What’s with them anyway?” I asked, a cry interrupting the conversation.

“I’ll call you guys back, it’s time to feed the twins.” Sloane hung up and Valentina set the phone down.

I gasped. “I didn’t know she had twins.”

Tiffany nodded. “Thank goodness too. It’s the last set of kids she will be able to have.”

Valentina chimed in, “Isn’t she upset about it?”

Tiffany laughed, “Oh heavens no. She hasn’t felt up to having more babies. Not after this last pregnancy.”

“What about you?” I dared to ask.

“What about you?” Tiffany shot back.

I spluttered, “W-what? I’m not pregnant.” Before I could say anything else, I thought about it. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

Benedikt never wore condoms. I knew Issak took my blood to get an STD panel, and he probably ran a pregnancy test as well, which would be good. There’s no way I got knocked up. If I was, it would be with anyone else, just not Juan fucking Carlos.

I’d throw myself down a set of stairs first.

“Oh, honey,” Valentina murmured. “You aren’t even sure, are you?”

Tiffany whipped out her phone. “Let’s find out,” she said conspiratorially.

She dialed and threw it on speaker phone.

“Issak Petrov at your service, my lady.”

Tiffany giggled. “I need to know all the test results for Isadora. Your Pakhan is impatient with these things, you understand, don’t you?”

Issak breathed out. “Well, why isn’t he calling me instead?”

“Are you questioning your leader?” Tiffany purred.

“N-no,” Issak stuttered. “I was just pointing out that it was weird, Tiff. That’s all.”

“The results?” Her voice turned chilly.