Adrian's POV
"She's taking abortion pills, Nanny Brielle," I hissed to the middle-aged woman beside me at the edge of the kitchen counter. Most of the servants and chefs were already gone. Only a few omegas remained, scattered, busy and too far to hear. My voice was barely above a whisper, but the words burned out of me all the same.
She shook her head after flicking a glance at me from behind her glasses, her hands never pausing from sifting the flour.
"You don't know what you're saying, Adrian," she muttered dismissively.
My jaw tightened and I shook my head too, just like she had. Of course, she wouldn't believe me. Not in this case.
"I said the same thing when your mate first told me," I pressed on, trying to steady my voice though anger coiled in it. "I didn't believe her either, that she would be taking those pills. But she is, Nanny Brielle. She is."
