Chapter 112

“I thought it was my turn!”, Eoff whined as he attempted to snatch the bottle from Sia.

“It was,” Ruarc said. “But as you can see, your elder brother is quite anxious to get back to his plaything.”

“She’s not my plaything!”, Sia growled as he reached for another bottle and uncorked it, having finished the other.

“Then what is she, if not your plaything?”, I ask him. “She’s definitely not your mate or whore so what is Pharix to you?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure we’re still talking about Pharix here?”

“Definitely. What is she to you?”

“Why do you care?”

“Why shouldn’t I? If the father of my unborn child is exchanging liberties with another woman, then I need to know.”

There it was, my secret out in the open.

Sia set down the bottle, purple eyes meeting mine. “You’re…you’re pregnant?”

I wanted to lie. I felt like lying but they need to know. He needs to know. After all, if I don’t tell him, he would eventually find out