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And when I see him safe, I close my eyes again.

A slow, creeping anxiety becomes a heart-wrenching pain, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

“Abram!” I hear Denis scream—so harrowingly that I think this is the moment he’s done for.

I look around, desperate, unable to find him in the chaos. There are so many feet storming up the dust, so many gunshots. It sounds like the beginning and the end of something.

Just as the gunfire begins to die down, in a strange silence like the calm before the storm, a sharp pain suddenly lances through my abdomen, doubling me over. My heart races as I feel a warm trickle between my thighs. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

"Abram!" I cry out as loudly as I can, my voice near echoing and breaking with panic, not knowing where he is. "Something's wrong!"

The next thing I know, he’s sprinting toward me. I sigh with relief. At least he’s alive. Even from this distance, I see the moment fear flashes across his face.

"Vladimir, cover me!" Abram barks.

Another cramp hits, and my hands instinctively cradle my stomach. The world around me blurs, gunshots fading into a dull roar as terror grips me.

"Zara, baby, look at me," Abram's voice cuts through the haze. He's kneeling beside me now, one hand on my cheek, the other hovering protectively over my abdomen. "What's happening?"

"I-I'm bleeding," I whisper, tears streaming down my face. "The baby…"

His jaw clenches, a storm of emotions warring in his eyes. "We're getting you out of here. Now."

As Abram scoops me into his arms, I catch a glimpse of red staining my jeans. The sight makes me dizzy with fear and grief. "Please," I whimper, burying my face in his chest, "don't let me lose our baby."

"Never," he growls, his arms tightening around me as he carries me to safety. "I won't let anything happen to either of you. I swear it."

The world spins as Abram carries me to the car, his men shielding his back, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm against my ear. My vision blurs, edges darkening. I want to tell him I'm scared, that I need him, but my tongue feels heavy, uncooperative.

"Stay with me, Zara," Abram's voice sounds distant, urgent. "We're almost there."

I try to focus on his face, on the fierce determination etched into every line. But the pain intensifies, stealing my breath. My fingers clutch weakly at his shirt.

"Abram," I manage to gasp, "I can't…"

His pace quickens. "Yes, you can. You're stronger than this."

A wave of dizziness washes over me. The last thing I see is Abram's panicked expression as my body goes limp in his arms. Then, darkness swallows me whole.

"Zara! Zara, wake up!"

But I can't. I'm falling, falling into an abyss of fear and uncertainty, Abram's desperate pleas fading into silence.

Chapter 27 - Abram

My heart pounds as I careen through the dark streets, tires screeching around each turn. I glance back at Zara's crumpled form in the backseat, her face pale in the fleeting glow of passing streetlights.

"Zara, please, say something," I plead, my voice raw with desperation.

She only mumbles incoherently in response, her eyelids fluttering. Panic claws at my chest. I press the accelerator harder, the engine roaring as I race toward Vladimir's mansion. It’s the closest of all our houses, and I already had my assistant bring in the doctor.

Screeching to a halt in the circular driveway, I leap out and wrench open the back door. Zara lies there so still, so fragile. I gather her carefully in my arms, cradling her against my chest.

"Sir, let us help—" one of Vladimir's staff begins, reaching for Zara.

"No!" I snarl, shouldering past them. Her weight is nothing compared to the crushing fear threatening to overwhelm me.

I burst through the front doors, my wild gaze scanning the opulent foyer. "Where?" I demand.

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