Peace of mind was not something I could get used to.
The transfer home we had done in a private plane to which we had transferred in a huge armored vehicle that looked more like an imposing camouflaged bus than anything else. Tanya was there dressed from head to toe in military gear and armed to the teeth. She had greeted me quickly while she was coordinating something on her radio and seeing her in this place dislodged me. I still couldn't believe that Dominick had come back for me or that no one here rejected me for being a Dobrovsky. Two paramedics had taken me on a stretcher to the hangar, up a platform, and then restrained with a special harness so that I was safe during the flight.
At all times I lived in terror that they would attack us.
"Kris, nothing's wrong," Sacha had assured
