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The most vulnerable emotion I’ve ever felt grips my chest in a chokehold.
The SUV comes to a stop, and Max helps me out of the back seat. With his arm around me, he leads me into the hospital, and I don’t pay any attention to what’s being said.
Exhausted and heartbroken, I allow Max to steer me everywhere. He speaks on my behalf and fills out forms.
At some point, I’m given an injection, and not long after, a dreamless sleep engulfs me.
Chapter 29
Max
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Cami’s not handling the loss of her father well at all, which is to be expected. She’s been strong through everything that’s happened until she lost Maurice. It’s fucking breaking her right in front of my eyes, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Luckily, the hospital gave her an injection to calm her. We also got pills she can put under her tongue to dissolve, which will take the edge off.
I lay her down in the bedroom Philippe, the chef, pointed out to me and take off her shoes. Covering her with a blanket, I press a kiss on her forehead before staring down at her.
Jesus, baby. I wish there was more I could do.
I sit down on the side of the bed and brush my fingers over her cheek and jaw.
I’ll get you through this, somehow.
Earlier, she asked me not to leave her. I didn’t want to have an intense conversation with her while she’s in this state, but it worries me that she even had to ask the question.
Obviously, I haven’t been clear enough about my feelings for her. It will have to wait, though.
I’m definitely not telling her I love her while she’s going through hell.
Still, as I look at my woman, I whisper, “I love you, baby. You’re stuck with me for life.” I lean forward and kiss her forehead again. “It’s you and me from here on out.”
I sit with her for a while longer before I get up and leave the room. I find Philippe in the kitchen, sitting at the island.
His eyes flick to me, and he stands up. “Is there anything I can do, sir?”
“I’d appreciate it if you prepared something to eat for the guards.” I glance around the room, then ask, “Can I have a bottle of water?”
I got the extra guards from St. Monarch’s to help me protect Cami until after the funeral.
Philippe hands me the water, then asks, “How’s Cami doing?”
“She’s resting.” I leave the kitchen and go to Maurice’s office so I can make a couple of calls.
Taking a seat at the oak desk, I pull my phone out and make the first call.
“How are things there?” Nikolai asks.
“Shit,” I spit out. “Fucking shit.”
“And Cami? How’s she holding up?”
“She’s not.” I lean back in the chair and rub my fingers over my forehead. “She’s heartbroken. Maurice and Cami were close.”
“I got the assassin’s name from my uncle,” he informs me.
It’s one of the benefits of having a Vetrov for a friend. They have access to information the rest of us aren’t privy to.
