And a moment later, the nurse comes out pushing the baby’s bassinet. Arya struggles along behind her. Her face is red and tear-stained. Bruises are already forming high on her cheek.
My teeth clench tight. Those bastards hit her.
They dared to touch the mother of my child.
I barely know a thing about this woman, but I know this—I’ll f*****g slaughter Fyodor, his men, and anyone else who lays a hand on her.
But not right now. Not just yet.
First, I need to get Arya and the baby out of here.
Through the crack in the open door, I can see the silhouettes of at least three men, chattering amongst themselves. Arya passes through the threshold after the nurse.
Behind them, the men seem to come to a decision. They start to charge out in Arya’s wake.
But before they can get far, the nurse w
