“Because that little girl of yours—” She nods toward the baby monitor where Sofiya’s soft breathing can be heard. “She’s Grigor’s flesh and blood, too. And someday, she might need his protection.”
The thought sends a tremor rumbling through me. “She has Vince.”
“And what if something happens to Vincent, hm?”
I flinch. “Don’t say that.”
“I’m dying, Rowan. I don’t have time for niceties.” She squeezes my hand again. “In this world you’ve chosen, you need all the allies you can get. Even unlikely ones.”
I stand and pace to the window, wrapping my arms around myself. Outside, armed guards patrol the grounds. Beyond them, somewhere in the trees, Grigor’s men wait.
“I wouldn’t even know what to say to him,” I admit.
“You don’t have to say anything.” Margaret’s voice softens. “Just listen.
