Malcolm's breath hitched in his throat, his entire body going rigid as he stared down at the Enigma lying on top of him. The soft, agonizing desperation in Dahmer's voice seemed to reverberate through the room, leaving Malcolm entirely speechless.
"What..." Malcolm rasped out, his amber eyes wide with a mixture of shock and bewilderment. "What the hell are you even talking about, Lukas? What do you mean, terminate our baby?!"
Dahmer slowly raised his head from Malcolm's neck. His gorgeous face was on display, his eyes flashing with an ethereal, unnatural luminescence that seemed to pierce right through Malcolm's soul. A faint, bittersweet smile touched his lips.
