"We had a bit of an argument," Travis answered simply, his voice low, raspy, and heavy with exhaustion.
He didn't want to recount the excruciating details of what had transpired behind those closed doors. Recalling her hysterical screams, the bitter accusations of his childhood hatred, and the sight of her blood soaking through the white sheets only ignited an agonizing wave of guilt that threatened to suffocate him. The only thin thread keeping him upright was the miracle that she and their unborn child had survived the night.
Lucian stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Cielo's trembling waist and pulling her close against his side as he looked down at Jillyanna's pale, peaceful face. His expression was solemn, yet remarkably measured.
