“I’m in here!”
He palmed my cheeks, his thumbs brushing along my lips. “What the hell is going on with you, Sienna. First, you get sick out of the fucking blue, and now…” his worried gaze cut down my body before finding my eyes once more, “now you’re having a goddamn panic attack?”
“Noah, I’m…” My head spun, dizziness gripping me tightly, making my legs weak. “I’m…”
“You’re what? Sienna, what the fuck is going on?”
The door flung open, and I hunched over, still desperately gasping for air when I saw Silas standing in the doorway. “She’s pregnant. My sister is fucking pregnant.”
Everything went on mute. There was no sound. No color. No light.
And then I fell.