“And Dmitri actually bought that? He actually went?” I exclaim incredulously. “Is that where Aleks is? And Pavel and the restof the men?”
“Most likely. I haven’t heard from any of them in a few hours now.” She checks her phone again and looks anxiously towardsthe door. “If their silence stretches on much longer… Well, f**k. If it goes much longer, we’ll have to put the evacuation plan inmotion.”
Bee nods. “Dmitri told me he already briefed you about the contingency plans he made just in case things went south. Well, thesame goes. I’ll be your sherpa.”
This is supposed to be a happy day. But all the joys of childbirth are quickly being replaced by the fear of the unknown.
“I don’t want a sherpa!” I cry. “I want my husband.”
“I know, babe. And trust me: if I could bring him—”
She brea
