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Well, except for a couple strange looks that seemed almost pained. But he had been hit on the head, so maybe…

No, something was definitely off with him because he nodded. “Good idea.”

Huh.

York carried Mikka off the train, across the platform, and into the train station, Wyatt and Coco behind him. She had to practically run to keep up with him, and it reminded her of the last time they’d been in K-Town, when he’d practically carried her to Roman’s house.

She was tired of showing up wounded or on the run or in desperation. Someday she wanted to be the heroine of the story instead of the victim.

York was waiting by a cab when she caught up to him. He nodded inside, and she climbed in. He handed her Mikka, who had just started to wake up. Wyatt squeezed in next to her, and York got in front.

Mikka raised his head, trying to get his orientation.

Wyatt looked over at him and smiled.

Oh her heart was going to burst because when Wyatt smiled, Mikka grinned back and…

“Wyatt, I need to talk to you,” she said quietly.

He glanced at her, frowned, but nodded.

“Later. After I talk to Sarai—”

“Sure,” he said, but his response felt sharp, almost cutting.

He tousled Mikka’s hair.

The driver let them off at Roman’s nine-story building, and she took Mikka’s hand as they headed to the door. It buzzed and they went inside and climbed into the lift.

Sarai was waiting in the doorway, frowning. She glanced at York, then at Mikka, her eyes big. “Is this—”

“Yes. My son, Mikka.”

She crouched. “Hey there.”

“He only speaks Russian.”

“Of course he does,” she said and switched into his native tongue, offering him a cookie. Mikka beamed.

Sarai set him up with a treat at the kitchen table, then emerged into the hallway. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

Translation:ever.

“Roman is out with the kiddos.”

More translation:or he’d have questions.

“So, what’s going on?”

Coco gave her a quick rundown of her medical fears, ending with, “I just need to know if I’m overreacting—”

“You’re never overreacting when it comes to children. I need to draw blood, but I have a kit here. I’ll take it to the clinic to run tests, but I can get them rushed and we can get labs back by tomorrow.” Sarai touched her arm. “It’s going to be okay.”

Coco noticed Wyatt leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his jaw a hard line.

“I’m going to make a call. I’ll be back in a bit,” York said and slipped out of the apartment.

“Let’s get this over with,” Wyatt said and headed into the kitchen.

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