NARINE’S POV
One second I was standing quietly beside Sargis, trying to piece myself back together after Sargis’s mother, apparently, was all in my face, bombarding me with questions, completely ignoring her son, and the next she wrapped her hands around mine.
“Come, dear. Let’s have a proper talk,” she cooed.
And just like that, she pulled me roughly like a woman accustomed to taking what she wanted. My chest squeezed, and I froze up, the cold seized my limbs as she dragged me across the polished floor and into the sterile white of the medical ward.
Voices around us dipped to murmurs. Eyes turned on us. Then, just as suddenly, I felt a tug on my other hand.
Sargis.
“Mother,” he uttered sternly. “Enough.”
I couldn’t look at either of them. I didn’t want to. My heart was thudding to
