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A—kabane eased his foot off the gas as the car cruised down the empty road. The leather of his steering wheel was cool beneath his fingertips as the city lights blurred.
His mind was usually a fortress, a labyrinth of strategies and contingencies, but now, a single thought kept pushing its way through, disrupting his focus: Was she pregnant?
The signs had been subtle—too subtle for anyone else to notice—but Akabane prided himself on noticing everything. It was enough for him to suspect, but not enough for him to be sure.
Akabane tightened his grip on the wheel and his heart pounded in a way it hadn't in years. He had faced death more times than he could count, had looked it in the eye and smiled. But this—this was different. This was personal.
