Page 205 of Mile High Ruin

I nod once because I don’t trust myself to do anything else. “How far?”

Her expression changes immediately, and she becomes more guarded. I see the answer before she speaks.

“Seven months.”

Something in my chest caves inward.

Seven. I calculate without meaning to. I stop the calculation before it finishes.

I can’t ask. Not yet.

If she says Petrov, I don’t know what I will do.

If she says me, I may do something worse.

“Sloane.”

She looks at me. “What?”

I hear how tired she is now. Not just physically—not only just of me, of everything.

I force my voice lower. “You should sit down.”

She gives me a look that would almost be familiar if I didn’t feel like the ground has shifted beneath me. “I’m fine.”

“You just vomited.”

“I’ve been doing that for months.”

I stare at her. She seems to realize what she said and looks away.

Anton approaches carefully. “Vadim.”

I turn on him. “What?”

He glances at Sloane, then at the men still restrained near the alley entrance. “We should move.”

I look back at her. She’s watching me warily now.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“The hospital.”

Her shoulders tighten. “You’re not coming with me.”

I say nothing.

She understands my silence immediately.

“No.”

“Sloane.”

“No. I mean it.”

“You were just attacked.”

“And you just found out I’m pregnant, so apparently we are both having a difficult evening.”