“When I thought I couldn’t push anymore, when I thought I was going to die in that horrible place, I remembered whose child she is. Ours.” I shift in place, wincing at the pain. “The doctor who delivered her… is he okay?”
Vince’s expression darkens. “He’s being questioned.”
“He helped me,” I say quickly. “He saved Sofiya’s life. And mine.”
“Then he’ll be rewarded appropriately.” The ice in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Unlike the others.”
I don’t ask what happened to my captors. Those of them that lived, that is. I don’t need to. The cold fury in his eyes tells me everything.
Yet when he looks back at Sofiya, that fury melts away instantly, replaced by a tenderness so profound it makes my breath catch.
“May I hold her?” he asks hesitantly.
I carefully transfer our daughte
