The memory played like a haunting melody in Nixus's mind. The sight of Malia's stormy eyes—equal parts grief and fury—as she spat the words he'd never expected to hear.
"You think you know me, Nixus? You think you know what I've been through? You weren't even there for the worst part!"
He hadn't understood her vehemence at first, not until she flung the truth at him like a knife, each word cutting deeper than the last.
"I lost our baby. While you were off playing savior to Selene, I was in a hospital bed, alone, grieving a life that was stolen before it had a chance to begin."
The weight of her confession had nearly knocked him over. She'd said it in the heat of an argument, the pain evident in her voice, and then she'd stormed out before he could react.
Now, sitting alone in his office, the enormity of what she'd said crashed down on him with full force.
A baby. Their baby.
