THE PREGNANT QUESTION

RILEY’S POV

"Well, you do know me!” Her pale hand was wagging in my direction for a handshake. “I'm Aletta, your fellow breeder, I suppose. But you can call me, Al!”

As if…

“Murderer." I spat out before I could stop myself, taut in my seat.

I didn’t know what sickened me the most: her b...

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