His fists clench and unclench. I can see the storm in his eyes, raging just below the surface. If he had his way, he wouldn’t letme out of here until the baby was born—possibly not even then.
But we had a deal that I wouldn’t be going from one master to another. And Yulian, for all his faults, is still a man of his word.
“Fine,” he grits. “But I want four of my men with you at all times.”
“Four. And one of them is either Maksim or Nikita.”
“Fine!” I throw my hands up. “Now, can we please go?”
Just then, Eli’s head pops out of his room again. “I’m ready!” he announces.
“Yeah?” I force cheer back into my voice. “Then let’s hit the road.”
Yulian schools his face, too. Seeing that eases the knot of my anger. Whatever happens between us, he won’t let it affect Eli—Iknow that in my bones.
