Page 77 of Twisted Pact
I pull out my phone and text our doctor, Dr. Orlov, who has served my family for years.
Come to the compound. Tonight. Full medical evaluation.
Everything okay?
Just be here in an hour.
I don’t know why I’m messaging him. Maybe because Mila hasn’t been eating as well lately. Maybe because she’s been tired and nauseous for weeks. Maybe because something in my gut tells me there’s more going on than either of us realizes.
Orlov arrives fifty-three minutes later with his medical bag and no questions about why he was summoned.
“Where is she?”
“Downstairs. Locked in the bedroom. She’s felt sick for weeks, but won’t admit anything’s wrong.”
“What kind of sick?”
“Nausea. Fatigue. Not eating.”
Orlov stops walking. “When was her last period?”
That question stops me cold. “I don’t know, but I haven’t seen any evidence of it since she’s been here with me.”
“How long is that?”
“Four weeks.”
“Could she be pregnant?”
The question settles in the room like a loaded gun. Pregnant. I hadn’t thought of that.
I swallow hard and reply, “We should probably find out.”
Orlov nods and heads for the stairs. “Let me talk to her.”
It takes twenty minutes of gentle persuasion through the door before Mila lets him in, and another thirty minutes for the examination. I pace the downstairs living room the entire time, checking my phone every thirty seconds for updates that don’t come.
Finally, Orlov appears in the living room with a crease between his eyebrows. “We should probably talk.”
His face tells me everything I need to know.
The world tilts sideways. Pregnant. Mila is carrying my child.
“How far along?” I manage to ask.
“Approximately six weeks.”
Six weeks. Our first night together. The night I took her virginity without knowing it.
Something primal and possessive roars through my chest. My child is growing inside the woman I can’t live without.
“Does she know?”
He nods and replies. “I just told her. She asked me to leave.”
“How did she react?”
“Not well. I think you should give her some time before?—”
