97. Roxie

I saw it all. Every second of Kate’s triumph.

When I finally woke up from the sedative the doctor had already gone. I remembered everything though. There was no point hanging around, for what medicine on earth could she offer me to remove the guilt that suffocated me.

In my drunken, petty, spiteful desperation I had offered Felix as a tribute. So Dex would hold and caress me, his skin on mine. Yet this whole time I mistook the demon for my ally. He never once cared about my happiness.

So yes Dex held me, cuddled me close to him. I felt his warmth and inhaled that bonfire scent straight from the centre of his chest. Hell, I even felt his pulse beating against my cheek. But it was for nothing.

I had offered Felix as tribute. Berlarot, in his twisted mockery, had taken his child.

That is the summary. The only conclusion that can be made. I had no idea I was even pregnant.

The price I had paid for my foolish ego boost was too devastating to even start thinking fully about. Staggering bac