Kill or be Killed

“But you have a son, don’t you?” There was a smirk on Anna’s face as she whispered into Emma’s ear, and Emma immediately turned white, but she quickly recovered and laughed it off to cover up her mistake.

“What? Y-yes. I mean, of course, I have a son.” The tension was evident in her voice, but she kept a straight face.

After a few seconds, she cleared her throat and rephrased her sentence. “What I meant to say is, that is exactly why I won’t be having any more children. Rowan is already enough trouble.” She rescued herself from the awkward situation. She was too focused on correcting her mistake that she didn’t see Anna’s hand on the glass fidget for a second at the mention of her son’s name.

“Is that your son’s name? Rowan?” Anna kept her voice strong and kept her act.

“Yeah. That’s the name his grandmother, Garcia, gave him.” Emma replied with a shrug, and Anna nodded.

‘I’ll have to change that once I get him back. My son cannot bear a name given by a Wade.’ Anna thought qu