the tinted windows, the neon lights of Brooklyn bled into the rai

d bleeding, the blood drying to a tight, itchy crust, but the shivering wouldn't stop. The car's climate control h

r existence. His attention was fixed on the tablet in his hands

he silence. Alistair Pembroke, the butler, turned his head. His postu

e Manhattan Private Medical Center has been not

Center. Surgical team. The words hit

er voice trembling uncontrolla

He just continued scrolling,

clinical. "We are taking you to have the pregnan

Eliza's mind went completely blank,

er fingers finding the metal door handle. She pulled it up with

ic

d, a mocking, mechanical sound t

ned his head slowly, his eyes like chips of

id, his voice a low, bored drawl, "I will ch

ndly reaching out until they grabbed the hem of his suit jacket. She didn't care about

r mouth. "Please don't do this. I'll disappear. I'll

sive fabric. A look of pure disgust crossed his face. He reached down a

her neck. He shoved her down onto the s

blood does not exist in the wild," he whispered, the words v

alyzing. Tears spilled from her sightless eyes, sliding

own to cover her flat stomach. It was a

r hands. A flash of irritated b

," he barked

eing hell. The air inside the cabin turned solid, thick with Eliza's silent despair. She c

in. It was a micro-second zap, like a needle piercing gray m

erhead yellow lights strobed through the window

tion of light flickered in the endless blackness

ted to a stop. The smell of antiseptic and concrete se

. He stood there, perfectly composed, and made a cold, sweepi

an," he said.