Epilogue
Ivan walked down the hallway and into the room where Annabella was. She was sitting up and talking to Mirnon, Roman and Rogan. He cleared his throat and they nodded to her and exited the room.
“Victor said I can leave this place. Wherever this is.” She smirked.
“He gave me a bunch of medicine and advice about resting.” She held his gaze.
The bruises on her face were more discolored than a week ago. She coughed and it still sounded pretty rough. His heart ached, and the pain in the pit of his stomach was foreign to him. He didn’t do emotions. He didn’t show vulnerability or weakness. He was a made man and a soldier. He blamed himself, his lifestyle, his decisions taking on this life after his parents and brother were murdered, for Annabella almost dying. He would never forget t
