Selina instinctively tightened her grip on the kit in her hand, wishing it'd disappear.
"Don't come close. Keep your distance!" she yelled at him, but he remained unyielding in his quest for answers.
Zane continued until he was standing directly in front of her.
She jerked back slightly, but his grip was firm and steady, not rough. His strength easily overpowered hers as he brought her arm forward.
Selina turned her face away as he slowly pried her clenched fingers open one by one. Her resistance weakened with each breath until the kit slipped into his hand.
Selina's heart thundered against her ribs as she waited for his reaction. Would he yell? Spit out another biting remark? Mock her again for being unfit to carry his child? The uncertainty twisted in her gut as she watched his unreadable face.
Zane stared at the small plastic object in his hand. His eyes narrowed as he tilted it, examining the label.
