Chapter 67
Time slowed down.
The fighting had stopped. Konstantin's remaining men were either dead or fleeing into the night. Viktor and Nadia stood guard at the exits, weapons drawn, watching for threats.
But none of that mattered.
Because Adrian was on the floor, cradling Mikhail's body, and the man who had just revealed himself as his father was dying.
"Stay with me," Adrian said, pressing his hands against the wounds, knowing it was useless. Too much blood. Too many holes. Nothing left to save. "Please. Stay with me."
Mikhail's eyes were half-open, unfocused, drifting. His lips moved but no sound came out. Just the faintest breath, growing weaker with each passing second.
She knelt beside them, the baby tucked safely against her chest. One hand found Adrian's shoulder, gripping
