“You proved you’re not to be f****d with.” Arkady shrugs. “Sometimes, that’s enough.”
But it’s not enough. Not anymore.
I dismiss Arkady and make my way to the nursery where I know I’ll find them.
Rowan stands by the crib, humming softly as she watches Sofiya sleep. The sight punches me in the gut every single time. Today is no exception.
She turns when I enter. “How bad was it?” she asks quietly.
“Bad enough.” I move beside her and gaze down at our daughter. “Boris Barsukovic made the mistake of using you and Sofiya to question my commitment.”
Rowan’s eyes bulge. “Is he still breathing?”
She studies my face. “You’re troubled.”
“I nearly killed a man in front of the entire council because he mentioned my daughter’s name.” I run a hand through my hair. “That’s not exactly the image
