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He doesn’t speak until we’re parked in his driveway. Then he walks around to the passenger side door and practically rips me out of my seat.
“I’ve already called Dr. Mathers. She’s upstairs waiting to give you an examination.”
“You’re worried about the baby?” He pulls me towards the steps, and I yank against his hold. “Whatever happened to ‘survival of the fittest,’ huh, Misha?”
He turns around abruptly, aiming the full blaze of his anger at me. “For someone who is so scared about this pregnancy, you don’t seem overly concerned that you just crashed into a fucking lamppost.”
His gaze falls down to my hand, which is currently wrapped around my pendant.
“Jesus Christ. That fucking thing is not magic, Paige!”
“You don’t know that!”
“Fuck!” he growls before grabbing me by the waist and hoisting me up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I yell. “Let me down!”
He pushes past Inez and Rada and heads to the medical room, ignoring my protests and my hands beating against his stone-cut chest.
Dr. Mathers looks up in surprise as we burst into the room. “Check her,” Misha orders, dropping me on the exam table. “Now.”
Dr. Mathers nods and scurries to perform the examination. I just close my eyes and try to breathe. I could fight, but I also want to know if everything is fine. I was in shock after the accident. Everything was happening so fast that I didn’t even think about the baby. But now… I won’t be able to think about anything else.
I fall silent as the doctor squirts some ultrasound jelly onto my belly. All three of us wait for the monitor. Doubt and worry start to seep in amidst the silence.
Dr. Mathers pushes the probe around my stomach, searching for a heartbeat. Every second that ticks by feels like a lifetime.
Please, let there be a beat. Please. Please.
I glance towards Misha, and the look in his eyes makes my blood run cold. It’s the haunted, desperate look of a man who has seen a lot of death. A man who’s preparing to see more.
But the expression on his face is not detached. It’s not impersonal. He’s right here with me, terrified that we might lose something that neither one of us thought we would have in the first place.
And then…
The gentle throb of a heartbeat echoes through the room. I cry out with relief and sink back against the table.
Instinctively, I let go of my pendant and reach for his hand.
55
MISHA
“The brakes were definitely cut,” Konstantin says grimly a day after the near-accident. “There’s no doubt.”
I expected this, but it doesn’t lessen the rage that burns through me. “He knows.”
Konstantin nods. “About her, yes, for sure. But, silver lining: he might not know about the baby.”
“It doesn’t matter. If Petyr Ivanov takes out Paige, he takes out the baby, too,” I growl, slamming my fist onto the table. I look up at Konstantin. “We have a rat.”
He sighs and taps his fingernails on the wood. “Yeah, that was my first thought, too. I’m already working on setting up some rat traps.”
“Good. Keep me posted.”
“Always.” He nods. “How is she?”
“Resting. Finally. We thought we’d lost the baby there for a second. That can take a toll on even the most stubborn woman.”
