Chapter One Hundred and Twelve 

Dimitri's POV 

It had been twenty-four hours since Irina and Nikolai left.

And I was losing my mind.

I stood in the nursery, staring at the empty crib. The room was still perfect. Still ready for a baby who was no longer here.

"Dmitri?"

I turned. Sergei was standing in the doorway. Mikhail must have told him. This man who had chosen to be loyal to me despite having his own territory.

"What?" I asked. My voice sounded hollow.

"You need to eat something," Sergei said. "You have not eaten since yesterday. Mikhail informed me."

"I am not hungry," I replied.

"You need to keep...