Brooklyn, his chest tightening with

?" Baron demanded, his voice echoing off

blink. She did

him a fraction of h

She walked with bare feet, her steps shaky but dete

reating him like a piece of

of fury shot up his spine. His autho

is large, heavy hand, aiming to grab

o the side, narrowly avoiding his gra

i

s of the elevator slid o

cabin. She turned around and p

still suspended in the air. His fac

y slid shut, cutting

ulders. She looked down at the bundle in her arms. She lowered her

rs opened to the bustling ma

e baby with one arm, her black si

Patients in the waiting area turned their heads

olving doors. She pushed through them and step

the heat hit

g, mechanical roar r

alk beneath her fe

ple gasped and rushed

armored Cadillac Escalades tore around the co

air. The convoy slammed on their brakes, perfectly blocking

curity guards froze on the steps, their hands hoverin

ade, a custom midnight-blue Roll

lack tactical gear, wearing earpieces and dark sunglasses, poured out.

Rolls-Royce was pul

bespoke three-piece suit, his gold-

ooklyn. The coldness in his gaze melted insta

tactical guards shoved the gawking cro

it jacket. The fabric was still warm from his body h

ully took the sleeping b

ered, his voice thick with

ut she nodded. She pulled the large coat tighte

rinting out of the revolv

ed his head and shot Alistair a look so filled w

. He collapsed onto the

hey slid into the plush leather seats of t

leaving a cloud of exhaust in its wake. One of the tactical guards stayed behind, flashing a high-level

r armchair. He clinked his crystal glass of whiskey against his friend Kian's glass, celebrating his newfound freed