POV: Jasmine
How dare he say I'd carry his child? I was his stepsister, for crying out loud!
I rolled my eyes so hard I was sure the people beside me had noticed by now. A few had already cast curious glances in my direction, probably wondering what had me twisting in my seat, muttering under my breath like a lunatic. But I couldn't help it.
At that moment, I realized I wasn't wearing the necklace Alaric asked me never to take off.
A wave of cold dread rolled over me as my fingers flew to my bare collarbone.
No. No, no, no.
I had taken it off earlier to try on the jewelry we bought from the mall. I had meant to put it back on, but in all my distractions, I had completely forgotten. Alaric would be mad if he found out.
I heaved a sigh, looking at my wristwatch. It had been almost an hour, and Alaric might begin to suspect that I had lied to him about my whereabouts.
"Miss Jasmine Hamilton?"
I snapped my head up as the nurse called my name, my heart stumbling against my ribs.
