Darya arrived at the holding cell where her parents and Miguel were detained and noticed Kostas waiting for her. The moment she was out of the car he had his arms wrapped her and was holding her tight.
“Kostas, ribs, hurt,” she croaked as he squeezed her, burying his nose in her hair.
“Sorry, but it killed me to let you leave with her and not come. Miklos told me he needed me to help round up the three assholes, but I wanted to be with you.”
She laughed resting her cheek against his chest. “I’m fine. Lyra is resting comfortably. Kristin is with her. Kristin was really confused about Miguel. She said if it was all faked, he is a hell of an actor. I told her we had recordings of him and Dad talking about money and how Lyra was the one who said he beat her up. She couldn’t believe it. He d
