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Lauren swayed at the coldness of Zafir’s threat.

His resentment was like a force field she couldn’t penetrate. And she began to understand that his anger held a glimmer of pain that disconcerted her. “If you care about the welfare of the baby then let me go, Zafir. I would never deny you your rights.”

“No,” he said, and his voice was raised enough to reverberate around them. “Get this into your mind, Lauren, for once and for all. I will never let a child of mine grow up without knowing me, and nor will I agree to be a stranger who lives a million miles away.”

She slackened against the wall. “Then we have a problem.”

“I do not see one.”

Her stomach tightened into a knot. He was too calm, too sure of his own mind, which sent panic rippling along her nerves. “I live in New York—you live here. I’d call that a major problem.”

“Your life in New York is over.”

His will was like an immovable, invisible wall.

And still she tried to bang away at it—because the alternative was unthinkable. “You can’t dictate what my life is … force me to turn it upside down. I’m not one of your minions.”

His gaze became hard, his tone relentlessly resolute. “If you want to be a mother to my child, you do it in Behraat.”