Annakel
The penthouse door closes behind them and for the first time all night, Annakel feels her knees threaten to give out.
Not from fear.
From the crash.
Her father is here. Breathing. Alive. Bruised, but alive.
And now that she has him back, her body finally allows itself to feel everything else.
Inessa appears instantly, eyes going wide when she sees Edmund’s face. “Bathroom,” she says, brisk. “Now.” She guides him down the hall with the kind of competence that doesn’t allow argument.
Edmund doesn’t resist. He looks at Annakel once over his shoulder, eyes full, then disappears.
Nadia is in the living room, perched on the sofa like she hasn’t moved in hours. When she sees Edmund, she stands abruptly.
Then her gaze catches Annakel’s throat.
The mark.
Nadia goes still.
Her ey
