Chapter 234: Don't Come Down

Savannah “You're pregnant?” “Are you pregnant?” The words collided in the air, spoken at the exact same moment by two different men, carrying two very different weights. Jace’s voice cracked, emotional and disbelieving. Julius’s was sharp, almost triumphant—like he’d just found another weapon to use against me. Every eye in the room turned toward me. The gun was still pointed. Blood was still pooling on the floor. Paula was still lying there, gasping weakly now, her breaths shallow and uneven. And yet somehow, this—this—was the moment everything hinged on. Chloe’s lips curved into a slow, poisonous smile. “What? You didn't tell uncle Jace that he's going to be a grand daddy soon?” I met her gaze and felt something dark coil in my chest. Rage. Fear. Defiance. I refused to give her the satisfaction of watching me break. “Yes,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’m pregnant.” The silence that followed was heavy, crushing. Like the house itself was holding its breath. Jace stared at