Chapter One Hundred and One

Irina

Breakfast was torture.

I sat at the long wooden table with my baby in my arms. My hands were shaking as I tried to eat the porridge they served.

It tasted like ash in my mouth.

Andrei was sitting across from me. He was watching me with those kind brown eyes that now made my skin crawl.

How had I not seen it before? How had I not noticed the predator hiding behind that gentle smile?

"Irina," Andrei said softly. "Are you okay? You look pale."

I forced a smile. "I am fine. Just tired."

"New mothers are always tired," Vera said from the...