“Hey, you’re among friends here,” Carter returns. “I’m sure they won’t tell anybody.” “There’s nothing to tell. I’m not pregnant,” I say again, glaring up at him. “Least of all with the spawn of Satan, which is what I would be carrying if you impregnated me.” Carter smiles. “Now, that’s no way to talk about our baby, Zoey. Those hormones are acting up something fierce, aren’t they?” “Murder,” I say again, my eyes widening. “I’m literally going to kill you. I thought it would be you who murdered me, but no.” “Oh, shit. Before I forget…” He takes his hands off me, reaches into his pocket, and a
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