ISABELLA'S POV
"Promise me, Bella." His voice crack slightly. "I need to know that even if everything else goes to hell, you and our baby will survive."
I look at him...this man who'd destroyed me and is now begging me to survive him...and feel something shift in my chest.
"I promise," I whispered. "I'll stay safe. For the baby."
"Thank you." He pressed his forehead to mine, his hands cradling my face. "I'll come back. I swear I'll come back."
"You better." I close my eyes, breathing in his scent ...cologne and gunpowder and something uniquely Viktor. "Because if you die and leave me to raise this baby alone, I'll find a way to bring you back just so I can kill you myself."
He laugh...a short, surprised sound. "That's my Bella. Still threatening me even when I'm about to walk into a
