Chapter 26 Whose Child Is It?

• I flashed them a grin, not driven by a desire for revenge, but simply because it felt ironic.
• Even a rabbit will bite if pushed too far, but they probably didn't anticipate me pushing back.
• He hauled me out of the hotel, flung open the car door, and shoved me into the passenger seat. Resting a hand on the car roof, he leaned in close and seized my chin, his words coming out one by one through gritted teeth. "So, whose child is it?"