A shiver runs down my body. “Dmitri—”
“I’ve thought of everything, baby. I’ve made sure you’ll want for nothing. If I don’t make it, I’m gonna make damn sure that youand my son do. I told you from the start that I’ve got you, Wren. I’ve got you. I’ve always, always got you.”
I twist our hands around so that I’m gripping him now. “I know,” I whisper. “I know you do. But as grateful as I am that you’vethought of everything, it’s not what I want.” He opens his mouth but I press my fingers over his lips. “I don’t want a newidentity or four protectors or safehouses in Paris or Timbuktu or wherever the f**k. I want you, Dmitri Egorov. I want us toraise this baby together. I want us to be a family. So do whatever you have to do to win this war—because I don’t want to be
