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“Rose,” I shout, scooping Lily into my arms.
She bursts out of the room after Lily. “Luka, where’s our daughter?” she demands.
“Our?” I say in stunned disbelief.
“I mean—Lily,” she stammers.
But it’s too late.
She’s said it.
The look in her eyes is a dead giveaway.
She’s in shock, pressing her lips together, her eyes wide with horror.
She’s let out a secret she had no intention of sharing yet. Or ever.
My mind is spinning, my heart is racing. But there’s no time to deal with this now. I have to get both of them out of here.
“Take her,” I say, pushing Lily into her mother’s arms. “Just stay behind me, keep her face covered.”
Rose nods. She looks terrified.
We move forward. I fire a single shot at a man who runs at us from the living room. Another one comes out of the kitchen. I take him down in a matter of seconds.
“The garage,” I shout to Rose, covering her as she runs towards the door and punches the code in. Thank goodness she still remembers it.
As soon as the door opens, she bolts inside, and I follow behind her.
Chapter 8 - Rose
The door clicks open. I kick it and push it open, rushing inside, immediately opening the car door and climbing into the back with Lily on my lap.
Luka isn’t far behind. He bursts through the door, closing it behind him. That should buy us some time.
I’m in disbelief at how efficient he is. How calm he is.
He climbs into the driver’s seat, stealing a quick glance at us.
He reaches back and touches my leg.
“Are you both okay? Is anyone hurt?”
“We’re okay. We’re fine,” I stammer.
“Strap in,” he demands as the car revs to life. “The car is bulletproof, but keep your head down anyway,” he says, looking back as the garage door slides open, and slams his foot into the accelerator to reverse over a man waiting on the other side with his gun pointed at us.
Bullets thump into the back window and side doors. I squeeze my eyes shut, wondering how he has this all under control.
It’s crazy how safe I feel with him. His confidence and ability to take charge in this chaos have me obeying his every word.
We wheel spin away from the safehouse. He doesn’t slow down until we’ve left it far behind, and now we’re driving in silence through the night.
I think we’re safe; no one is behind us.
There is no sound other than the steady hum of the engine, and with all the immediate panic passed. All I can think about is that I basically told him she’s our daughter.
Lily.Ourdaughter.
