AMELIA’S P.O.V
I recognized Blake instantly and swallowed.
“You don’t have to do this,” I began slowly and he snorted.
“Don’t I? Amelia, you don’t know how much trouble you’re in.”
He grabbed my arm harshly and turned me to face him, the sharp edge of his knife now digging into my stomach. Fear gripped me but I forced it down into the pits of my stomach. I wasn’t sure if he knew about the baby yet, and I wasn’t going to give him one more edge over me.
I took him in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were red rimmed, there were massive bags under them, and he looked unhinged. His hands were stained with blood, and my wolf screamed at me to get away from him.
“You played me like a fiddle,” he spat in my face. “You used my feelings for you against me.”
“You took me from my mate, Blake. What did you expect? I didn’t want it to get to this. It doesn’t have to be this way. You can go back, I’ll blame it all on Aiden, I swear. Can’t we just live.”