Page 148 of Twilight Sins

Except when I turn over the test, the window isn’t empty. There’s a solid blue line.

I stare, expecting the line to disappear between each blink and the next.

It hasn’t even been the full three minutes yet. The line should be faint, if anything at all. I must be seeing wrong.

“It’s defective.” I tear into the next test with shaking fingers. “It’s broken.”

This time, I pee and look at the window right away.

It’s only been a few seconds, but another blue line is forming. It gets darker the longer I look at it.

Shit, shit, shit.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door. Before I can even process what is happening, I throw both tests in the trash can.

“Luna?” Mariya calls from the hallway.

I open the door and lean against the frame. I think I’m smiling, but I can’t actually feel my face. I’m shaking all over.

I’m pregnant.

“Well?” She chews on her lower lip. “Did you take it?”

“Not yet. I’m actually feeling better.”

Spit collects in my mouth. My stomach is churning. I’m going to throw up.

I’m pregnant.

Kids weren’t on my radar. Haven’t been on my radar. Not even when I was with Benjy. I didn’t always realize how unhealthy our relationship was, but I could never imagine a future with him. Thinking about us five years out was like looking through a camera with the lens cap on. I knew there must be something there, but I sure as hell couldn’t see it.

“You should still take one, Luna. Just in case.”

“I’ll do it later,” I tell her. “Right now, I’m going to try to sleep some more. I’m tired.”

Mariya narrows her eyes like she can see straight through my lie. But then she nods. “Okay. Talk to you later.”

I didn’t plan to lie. But I couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud—I’m pregnant.

As soon as I tell someone, it will feel way too real.

Besides, I should probably tell Yakov first.

If he’ll even speak to me.

59

YAKOV

Nik pulls out the bar stool next to me. “Things still tense on the home front?”

That would require being at the mansion for enough time to know. We got home late and I was gone before the sun came up.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He reaches over and taps the side of my glass. “It’s barely noon and we’re meeting in a bar instead of your office.”

“I wanted a drink.”

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