Chapter 70

Sloane wanted to die of humiliation.

She'd been willing to let Donovan tell the Set about them, but this was not the way she'd expected this news to come out.

Donovan climbed off the bed, grabbing her bra and bringing it over to her.

"Thanks," she said, cheeks blazing. At least he looked as embarrassed as she felt. Whatever happened, at least they were in this together - in this and everything.

There was something amazingly beautiful about that realization.

She released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She still felt shaken, and physically weak, and she knew the gaping, gnawing pit in her stomach - with two holes, one for each of the children she'd never meet - would never truly go away. But there was something else there now, too. Something that made her feel stronger. She was no longer alone.

Still trying to make sense of this strange new feeling, she finished dressing. Then Donovan held his hand out to her. "Shall we?"

She would have much rather have hidden he