What the fuck.
“What kind of proof?” the journalist asked, pushing the mic back toward her.
“I’m a scientist. I’ve been working with them. I have photos, videos, data, whatever you want,” she continued.
Logan's jaw ground tightly.
The fucking traitor.
How could she do this? How could he have fallen in love with a human traitor?
Anger unlike he’d ever known brought him to his knees.
“I had no idea they were going to do this. We can’t let them get away with this,” she continued.
The journalist wrapped up the story and the screen went back to the newsroom.
“What do you want me to do?” Logan asked, his voice cold.
“Find her,” Craig replied.
“And then?” he asked again, louder.
“Dude. She’s your mate,” the commander said, as if it was obvious.
“And then?!?” Logan yelled.
Tell me to kill her.
Because I will.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Brayden stood with his arm around Willow as they stood over the crib, staring down at their daughter.
She was traumatized, but alive.
That was all that mattered.
Dr. Abbott said the lack of oxygen to her brain may have caused some damage, but it would take a long time to assess. For now, they were both just happy Isabella was breathing.
Willow turned in his arms and he wrapped them tightly around her. She’d been clinging to him constantly and he was not unhappy about it.
He didn’t feel comfortable unless they were both in his arms. However, Brayden needed Willow to feel safe again. Fear was no way to live.
Letting Nikolay walk away had been one of the topmost difficult things he’d done in his life, but to save his daughter, the decision had been easy.
He would find the mobster.
And he would kill him.
That was a promise.
“They won’t touch you again, Willow. I promise you that.” He ran his hand over her hair.
“You can’t. Until we have a vaccine, none of us are safe,” she said against his chest.
There was nothing he could say to argue with that. From now on, she would have twenty-four seven protection on her. Possibly overkill, but no one was taking any chances.