My mind is sprinting through possibilities. Is this one of Aleksei’s men? Has Harold betrayed us already? How did anyone know I’d be here? The appointment was made under a fake name, paid for in cash, and chosen specifically because it was far from anywhere Aleksei might think to look.
And yet here we are.
I’m trapped in a locked exam room, blind, pregnant, wearing nothing but a paper gown that doesn’t even close properly in the back. My only weapon is Excalibur, which I grip so tight my knuckles ache. My phone is in my purse on the chair across the room, which means it might as well be on the moon for all the good it does me now.
There’s no one coming to my rescue, either. I made Yas stay home and Bastian doesn’t know where I am. I have only myself to blame. Myself and my dumb convicti
