Hailee's POV
My heart lurched so violently I thought it would tear itself from my chest. The warm haze, the touch of lips and hands, everything that had just happened with Frederick vanished instantly. I shoved harder at his chest, my breath ragged, my hands shaking as I scrambled off the bed, dragging the blanket tight around me. "Moon above…" My voice broke, my throat tight. "Not my baby—"
Frederick was moving. He yanked his robe back on with swift, precise motions, the passion that had consumed him seconds before disappeared. "Stay calm," he said, his voice low but filled with worry. His eyes were steady, though his chest still rose and fell fast. "Get dressed. I'll go first." I shook my head furiously, already stumbling toward the door, the blanket tangling around my legs. "No! He needs me—"
