Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three

Irina

I collapsed beside them, clutching Nikolai with one arm and reaching for Alexei with the other. Sobs tore through my body as I touched his face, still warm, already gone. My fingers trembled as they traced the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheek, memorizing the contours of his face one last time.

The man who had saved me. The father of my child. The man who had held me captive, who had hurt me, who had tortured me. But also the man who had changed. Who had tried to be better. Who had thrown himself in front of a bullet to...