The room falls silent. Even the guards seem to hold their breath.
“Absolutely not.” Vince’s tone brooks no argument. “Grigor’s men are still out there.”
“They won’t touch me. I’m his daughter, remember?”
“My mother is dying, Vince!” My voice cracks. “I need to see her. Without an armed escort. Without turning a hospital visit into f*****g Zero Dark Thirty, okay?”
“Nothing is safe! Our entire life is a goddamn minefield!” I step closer to his desk, lowering my voice. “Please. Let me do this one normal thing. Let me say goodbye to my mother without bulletproof glass between us.”
He studies me, conflict raging behind his eyes.
“Okay,” he finally says. “Arkady drives you. First sign of trouble, you call me.”
It’s more than I expected. I nod, not trusting my voice.
Mount Sinai Hospital.
