*~Aurora's POV~*
How much of a devil could these people be?
I stayed rigid as Rebecca stared at me. "Hello, bride," she said again, forcing my attention.
I finally turned to her. "What do you want, Rebecca? You've won. I'm married to him already."
She nodded calmly. "Yes, you are. Congratulations."
There was something in her eyes as she spoke. Something off. She didn't look as satisfied as she was supposed to be.
Then her gaze fell to my stomach.
"You're pregnant now," she said. "Do you remember our promise?"
I frowned. "What promise?"
"If it's a boy, it's Azreal," she said smoothly. "But if it's a girl, it's Azazel."
I shook my head. "That promise was for if I got pregnant for Darius. This isn't Darius's child. This is Leon's."
Rebecca reached a hand into the carriage, resting it on the edge like she owned the air I breathed. "I don't care," she said quietly. "I was talking about your baby, not the father."
