She doesn’t wait for me to answer. Keeping a vise grip on my forearm, she starts to drag me into the manor.
“Yelena,” I whisper as we slip inside, “why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?”
“Because I don’t want you to go through what I went through.” Her hand is so tight around my wrist that it’s starting to hurt. “Because I don’t want you to lose the twins, and I certainly don’t want them to lose you.”
God, the twins. Two souls coming to life inside of me. Two little babies that are relying on me to protect them, to keep them safe so they can have a chance to—
I grind to a halt and rip my hand free of Yelena’s claws. “Yelena, how did you know I was having twins?”
Outside, the sun is shining and birds are chirping.
But in this hallway, I feel a kind of chill I’ve never felt
