They drag me from the room on my useless feet. I tell myself over and over not to cry, that it will be all right, somehow there will be a miracle, something will happen to save me.
But even as I silently repeat the words, I don’t believe them. Naz is gone. My white knight can’t save anyone anymore. If any saving is going to happen, I’ll have to do it myself.
God help me.
I’m shoved through the doors of the suite by the guard with the broken nose who took such pleasure in seeing me naked during the fitting. He slams and bolts the doors behind me, then he leaves me alone to nurse my ballooning hysteria.
Stefan wasn’t with him. He wasn’t one of the guards who had me surrounded in Dimitri’s study, either. Did he call Killian? Is he even still at the house? What is he doing with the informa
