69|| Get rid of it

His words made her shiver and the glare in his eyes only added to the fire. She gulped hard as an anxious and nervous feeling settled at the low of her stomach. Her senses were blaring to get away from this man.

She was still terrified from the half form she had seen– his control had snapped there. Now it felt like he was doing his best to hold back.

Despite her little fear, she was pissed. What gave him the right to be so mad?

“That's none of your business,” her words were almost a whisper so she lifted her head more and inhaled bravely. “That's none of your-”

“You really think so?” He chuckled, making fun of her. “After riling me up like this. Anna,” he took a step closer and her eyes fell on his feet, calculating the distance between them.

“When did you get pregnant?” He inquired. His words were laced with hurt as well as anger. She didn't know which one to pay attention to but somehow, they were making her lips tremble.

“Did you know all along?” He wondered. “Answer me!”

She gasped