Chapter 123 Hundred And Twenty Three

• RYAN'S POV
• My mind wasn’t here. Not in this room, not with these people droning on about borders and patrols and supply reports. None of it mattered right now. My head was a million miles away, with her voice still echoing in my ear, breaking, trembling, those words that gutted me more than any blade ever could. Not pregnant. Lied to. Nothing in her.
• It twisted something deep in my chest, anger and something darker crawling up my spine until I couldn’t even pretend to sit here anymore. I’d been gripping the edge of my wheelchair so hard the metal creaked under my hands, and when the next fool opened his mouth to say something about “future expansions,” I snapped.