Chapter 21

Eliana

"Coward," I spat, glaring at Nicholas as his jaw ticked.

"Watch your mouth," he warned in a flat voice, but unlike back at his cabin, I wasn't scared of him. Dorian had pumped into me another level of confidence I didn't have.

"Or what? Are you going to drag me out of the house to see a doctor? Well, be my guest; go on." I crossed my hands over my abdomen, tapping my foot on the area rug. Deep down, my chest was constricting as I struggled to push away his vile words that he had said to me after we had sex.

"Don't think for one second that I won't do that if by tomorrow I won't have them," he spat, making me tilt my head, trying to make sense of what he had turned into. A part of me refused to believe that he was the same person who had carried me, kissed me, and held me. The same man who had confessed how much he wanted me and how hard he found it to resist.

"For how long will you blame me?" I shook my head, lowering my eyes to