Chapter 59. Déjà Vu

Proserpina

The feeling of déjà vu that struck me as I stood in the cool, tiled bathroom that morning was so strong, I felt like I was back in the past.

I had missed my period again.

And the tiny strip I held in my hands proved that my worst fears had come true.

Lucien had gotten me pregnant again. It had happened on the night when he had taken me so brutally in the Red Room, I realised bitterly.

With everything that was going on in my life, I had possibly pushed it to the back of my mind, the niggling feeling of weariness that had persisted.

And from the sheer exhaustion I had been feeling, the nausea I had dismissed as emotional trauma, I knew that the signals had been clearly there. My body had been shouting out trying to tell me what my mind had been suppressing with a vengeance.

To be honest, I had been too preoccupied to take notice. Trying to shut out my feelings for Lucien had made me immerse myself in my work. During