"Katherine! What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you stop them from drinking the soup?!"
The accusation hit me like a slap.
*He knows.*
The realization struck instantly. Dominic Henson was reborn too.
I kept my face neutral, my voice confused. "I was in the infirmary working. How was I supposed to stop them?"
Dominic's eyes narrowed. He studied me, searching for a crack in my composure.
He wouldn't find one.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Caroline went pale. She shrank back, burying herself deeper into Dominic's arms.
"Brother..."
Dominic knew exactly what she had done. In the previous life, this was the catalyst for everything. He rubbed her back, his voice dropping to a soothing whisper—intimate, tender.
It made my skin crawl.
"Don't be afraid, Caroline. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
The natural intimacy between them. The way her body fit against his. The ease of his hands on her waist.
His confession before he killed me echoed in my mind.
*She was already pregnant with my flesh and blood.*
My gaze dropped to Caroline's flat stomach.
So they were already sleeping together.
Bile rose in my throat. The disgust was physical, violent. I turned away and gagged.