"You are lying. Do you think I would believe you? You've killed people, George… and you expect me to believe you'd keep your promise?" Daisy spat the words, though her voice trembled at the edges.
George chuckled, the sound low and mocking as he took a step closer. "Sweetie, I'm not asking you to believe me. Belief doesn't matter. What matters is survival. And right now, making a deal with me is your best chance." His eyes flicked to her stomach, glinting with cruel satisfaction. "Because if you don't… the chances of me forcing you to get rid of that baby go way up. You understand what I'm saying?"
Daisy's jaw was stiff. Her lips trembled as she pulled the blanket tighter across her stomach, as if that alone could protect the life inside her. "Wha—what should I do?"
