FORTY EIGHT

CAMILLE'S POV

Why did I say it? Was it the flash of memories that assaulted me when Eva's maid knelt in front of me to beg for forgiveness?

I knew her. It might have just been one encounter, but it didn't take long to realize how the rumors had spread about my pregnancy. Amity had been the one to tend to me the night that Alpha Lucian had locked me up, thinking I poisoned the pheasants.

She was the one who put the idea of a pregnancy in my head when I didn't realize it, and she had been there when I had tested myself with the kit.

I didn't need a seer to realize the foul play. So why couldn't the same thing be happening now?

Amity was Eva's lapdog. She was just playing the role that was demanded of her. I realized it when Amity brought up the kiss to spark tension between Milana, Dimitri, and me.

She had tried to hide the excitement that flushed through her face. But I had heard her heart quickened. I had seen her lips twist into a sardonic smile. She orchestrated this.

Of course,