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The pregnancy test slipped from my fingers as Iwan Eaton walked in. He still carried the scent of rain and gunpowder. The cuffs of his black shirt were stained with blood, and his cold, sharp gaze made him look like he'd come back from a raid. A woman followed him in. She wore a burgundy dress and an obsidian snake-shaped necklace around her neck. Her smile was elegant, but there was a cruel edge to it. Iwan placed a metal keycard on the table. "Phoebe, move to Southport Villa," he said. I looked at him and asked, "Why?" He was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking in a low voice. "Next week, I'm getting engaged to Kristen Forrest," he said. The room went silent. I looked down at the pregnancy test in my hand. I was six weeks along. The doctor said the embryo was healthy. I was planning to wait for him to come back and tell him we were having a baby. Kristen spotted the paper first and gave a low chuckle. "Mr. Eaton, looks like your little canary has been hiding a surprise." Iwan's expression shifted, and he reached for the pregnancy test. I avoided his hand and asked, "You're really going to marry her?" He frowned. "The Forrest family controls the military supply line at the East Pier. If I want to take over the Black Crow Syndicate, I have to marry into their family." "So what am I to you?" I asked. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Stay with me. I can't make you my official woman, but I can keep you safe." I laughed. "And what if I could protect you too?" A flicker of exhaustion crossed Iwan's eyes. He said, "Phoebe, don't say things like that. You're just the girl I picked up from the underground boxing ring." But he seemed to have forgotten something. Eighteen years ago, the only daughter of the godfather of Bocrea's biggest gang, the Azure Flame Alliance, was kidnapped by a rival gang. The whole underworld put a bounty on her for ten years, but she was never found, dead or alive. And I was that missing daughter, Phoebe Hawking.