145: Proposition

Devon gulps down his whiskey.

Pregnant? Dammit. He could believe it when his spy, Courtney, told him over the phone. Amelia's fucking pregnant. Expecting Damien's child. That's fucked up. That fucked him up.

He didn't see this coming. He knew she was living with him currently, that he had killed Ferdinand and took her with him. He knows her mother is with Bertha's sons—yes, there's two of them. He couldn't believe it when Kaitlyn told him. She had twins and both are Ferdinand's. He was right about the alias, too. He—or rather, they—are known as 'The Ghost'. That's because he could disappear and be in two different places at once. No one knew how he did it, and they quickly turned to the supernatural, but come on. That makes sense now, and there's a simple and quite rational explanation for it. They couldn't think that perhaps there were two of them? With the exact same face? He wouldn't have guessed either, but still. The world is a pathetic place.

He thinks of her again and his stoma