“I’ve got you.” Demyen whispers as he holds me and gently rocks me in his arms. I don’t know how it works, but it does. My screams melt into sobs and I’m bawling, gasping, clutching his shirt like it’s my only lifeline. “I’ve got you. We’ll get her back. I swear, Clara, I’m going to bring her back to you.”
I hiccup. Gasp for air. “Where… where is she?”
His arms tighten around me. He buries his face in my hair like he, too, is struggling to accept what he sees.
“Martin made Oleg an offer. The same one you heard him make me when he came to my office. Oleg took it. And he gave Willow over to him.”
I can’t…
I can’t…
I think I’m going to pass out.
Demyen notices me go limp in his arms and immediately sets me down on Willow’s bed. He tips my face up to look at him, but moving my eyes feel
