Page 88 of Raziel
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She nodded, biting her bottom lip. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but… tonight felt right. Especially with fifteen million sitting on the line.”
I stepped around the table, my body moving on instinct. My hand slid to her waist. My other cupped her face.
“You’re carrying my child?”
“Yes.”
“We’re getting married tomorrow.”
Maya blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m not the marriage type,” she said, looking almost scared.
“You are now.”
