Mia’s POV
The explosion’s aftershock still rang in my ears as Damien’s men bundled us into a waiting armored vehicle. The warehouse behind us was a burning ruin, flames licking the dawn sky. I sat pressed against Damien in the back seat, his blood soaking through my robe, his arm locked around my waist like a lifeline. Every bump in the road sent fresh pain through his body, but he refused to let go.
“Drive faster,” he growled to the driver, voice strained. His free hand stayed on my belly, protective even as he bled. The forced closeness in the moving car left no room for distance. His breath brushed my neck, his heartbeat thundered against my back, and I could feel the heat of his body fighting to stay conscious.
I turned slightly, cupping his bloodied face. “You need a doctor. You’re
