WESLEY
The moment I grabbed her wrist and the knife fell to the floor, everything inside me stopped. Natalia. She was right there in my arms, her body warm and real against mine. I caught her before she could fall, my arms wrapping around her automatically like they still remembered what to do. Her scent hit me first — the same soft smell that used to fill my nights back home. For a second, the world disappeared. There was only her. The way her head rested against my chest. The way her pregnant belly pressed gently against me. The way her breath caught when she looked up and saw my face.
“…Wesley?” she whispered, her voice barely there.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I had flown across the world telling myself I was coming only to make sure she was safe. I had repeated it in my head
