Panic screamed at me that staying put meant I’d be served to Damyon on a silver platter. The only way to stay safe was to hide. It had worked for five years, so it would continue to work. I berated myself for ever considering the notion of settling down. Fear clawed at my heels, urging me to go now.
I wished I could summon Torin’s confidence about taking down Damyon, but I knew the man too well to underestimate him. Damyon Karpova was a monster hell-bent on getting me back. Nothing would stop him until he did. Nothing.
Go now.
“Of course. You tell him in your own time.” Rowan’s gentle smile sent a stab of pain through my chest.
Guilt. Remorse. They were debilitating at best, but nothing compared to how I’d feel if I didn’t do everything in my power to keep this child alive.
Go now.
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