"That's such a relief," she breathed out, her voice trembling slightly. Her hand drifted to rest over her stomach, fingers splayed in that careful, practiced way she had perfected, always when he was watching.
"I saw how serious and quiet you've been ever since we arrived. I thought something was wrong with the baby."
Her unintentional comment made Dominic pause.
An uncontrollable image surfaced in his mind: standing amidst roaring flames, Seraphina stared back at him with eyes as cold as ice.
Frowning, he pulled out his phone and reopened his messages. There was still no reply. Not even a word from her.
It annoyed him. No. It infuriated him.
After all, no matter how cold or neglectful he'd been in the past, Seraphina had always come when he called. Always giving in. The way people in this world always answered when the Don summoned them.
But now? Now she had the nerve to ignore him?
He let out a bitter, humorless laugh. The sound was quiet enough that the two soldiers stationed outside the clinic door exchanged a glance but said nothing.