Octavia sat anxiously in the room, her hands sweating beside her. She tried so hard to control the anxiety; tried so hard to stop herself from shaking, but she couldn't. Tears rested on her lids at the thought of being pregnant but wanting to flush the child. The whole thing was still like a dream to her. She sniffed and lifted her hand to her tummy, holding it tight. Well, perhaps, Mica was right. First, she couldn't bring herself to face Khalid and tell him she was pregnant. Secondly, she didn't think she was ready to become a mother. Hell! No way. She had no experience and wasn't in the right environment.Thirdly, Becca...How was she so sure Khalid would even want a child from her after she had killed his first child? And even if he did, what about Becca? Something in her guts told her the witch was never going to be at peace if she ever
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