Page 25 of Rebellion

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“Sofia!”

She glanced up at Sacha as he strode into his office, Viktor behind him. She was sitting in an armchair. Sacha’s face was a mask of cold anger, but she could also see the flash of concern in his eyes.

Sacha glanced around the room. Miller was lying on the sofa with Colm crouched down next to her. Dima had struck her hard on the head.

Arseni was standing next to her.

“Are things taken care of?” Sacha asked Arseni.

“I called one of the cleaners. They’re taking care of everything.”

Of Dima, he meant. The cleaners would take care of Dima’s body.

“Good. Go and make sure that is being done. Then check back in with me.”

Arseni nodded and left.

“What injuries does Miller have?” Sacha asked Colm.

“That asshole hit her on the head. She’s dazed and confused.”

“You’ve called MacGuire?” Sacha asked.

“He’s on his way,” Colm said, standing.

“Good. Pick her up and take her into my private room. The doctor should be here at any moment. My men are keeping watch for him and MacGuire.”

Colm eyed him for a long moment like he wanted to argue. She held her breath.

Please don’t argue with Sacha.

Please.

Then he nodded and helped Miller up.

Sofia should offer to go with them. To help. But she couldn’t seem to move. She still felt so removed.

As though all of this was happening to someone else.

She barely caught the look Colm sent her... she couldn’t quite decipher it.

Was he upset? Mad?

Why?

“I will wait outside for the doctor,” Viktor told Sacha.

As soon as they were on their own, Sacha moved, crouching right in front of her.

“Kotyonok, are you all right? What happened?” he asked in a soft voice.

A shiver raced through her. Suddenly, she was so cold.

Swearing quietly, he jumped up and grabbed a blanket from a cupboard.

It was her blanket, the one he kept in here for her. It was light blue, soft, and fluffy.

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