CHAPTER 21 The moment we stepped inside, I bolted for our room, desperate to escape him. I slammed the door shut, but he was right behind me, his hand slamming against the wood, forcing it open. He was breathing hard, his eyes blazing. "Why?" he roared. "Why do you want to kill our baby?" "What do you mean, our baby?" I shrieked, the words laced with hysteria. "You expect me to carry your child? Huh?" I screamed, my voice cracking. "Why should I? This baby you forced on me… it’s not going to live, Damian," I choked out, trying to push past him, to escape the suffocating confines of the room. But he grabbed me, his hand wrapping around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. I recoiled, every nerve ending screaming at his touch. "How many times have I told you never to touch me?" I hissed, trying to wrench myself free. "Fine," he said, his voice dangerously low. He released me, but the look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. "You're not leaving this room," he said, his voice flat and cold, "until you're back to your senses."