Page 31 of Pucked Around and Found Out

I thought this image of our baby fit better.

I'm coming for you, Devlin.

Tink.

I turn it over again and stare down at the ultrasound image.

The baby doesn't even look like a baby, just a tiny blob, a bean-shaped shadow with the faintest suggestion of something that might be a heartbeat.

Our baby.

The reality of it slams into me like a freight train.

“Fuck!” The roar tears from somewhere deep and primal.

I shove the picture in my pocket just as Cas rushes into the room with two guys behind him.

I don't give any of them a chance to ask questions. “Find the bitch.”

“On it,” Fredrick says, then rushes out with Thomas behind him, leaving me and Cas alone.

“She's changed,” Cas utters as he walks around the room, assessing the damage she's caused.

I snap my head toward him and narrow my eyes dangerously. “You think you know her?”

Cas pauses and faces me, and the dark look in his eyes feeds the beast inside me that longs for the blood of my enemies.

“I've known Toren Kellar for years, and she isn't the type of girl to do shit like this.”

I scoff. “This was her⁠—”

“I know!” he snaps, cutting me off. “Two years ago, she would never have thought of doing something like this. But I guess a lot has changed her.”

The words hang between us like a gauntlet thrown down.

Something feels off about him. He's acting different, and him jumping to her defense is pissing me the fuck off.

“You thinking about running back to your bestie, Vought?” My tone is pure malice and wrath.

Caspian's face hardens, his eyes burning with outrage and something that looks dangerously close to hurt.

“You want to get something off your chest, Devlin? Then let's hit the fucking ring. But you are not going to stand there and question my fucking loyalty to you!”

His roar is primal and raw.

“I'm here, Xaden!” He beats his fist against his chest. “I'll never be Neave or Miles.”

I go completely still at the mention of my boys.

“Don't,” I warn, my voice deadly quiet.

“I'm here, X. Standing right fucking here with you, brother. Ready to cut down the only people who ever gave me a home. I have nothing to give or offer anyone except my loyalty, and I gave that to you. I fucked up, but I'm trying to make this shit right by being here, by your side, proving to you daily that I'm someone you can count on.”

“How'd you fuck up?” I push, needing to know.

He throws his hands in the air in frustration. “Is that all you got out of what I just said?”

I cross to him and don't stop until we're chest to chest, so close I can see the desperation swimming in his eyes.