While she had slept, Irina had heard something. Something that left a rotting hole in her heart.
“You can help her. I know you can,” he growled.
His voice sent a painful jolt through her body, but she couldn’t move.
“You wouldn’t have brought me here, shown her to me if there was nothing you could do!” he shouted angrily.
Why was Roman here? Was he worried about her? How did he even know?
“I just thought you might be concerned about her, that’s all,” the other replied.
Irina felt an angry growl in her heart. Holden. That bastard.
“She is your mother after all….”
Inside the prison of her body, Irina howled in misery. He would hate her now and never want to see or speak to her again.
“Yes…” Roman replied.
He knew?
“Which is why you brought me here… to dangle her over me until I give you something in exchange for your help. So, what the fuck do you want, Holden!”
He knew… and he cared about her.
“It seems I’ve become predictable,” Holden said.
