Page 137 of The Savior

His eyebrows bit. The finger on the trigger loosened. “Will you have a son or a daughter?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she admitted then looked down. Her hands were crossed over her stomach as though she could protect the baby from a bullet.

He lowered his weapon. “When you lose a child, you lose the fear of dying.”

Tears slipped free. “Have you lost a child?”

The question seemed to startle him, but only for a second, and he holstered the HK. “Yes.”

She trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

He moved closer until she could feel his breath on her face. “Do you know why you lose the fear of dying?”

Chelsea pressed her lips together and shook her head. “No.”

“Because instead, you fear living the rest of your life, knowing you’ve outlived your child.” He nodded curtly to the other man. “Change of plans. Take her with us.”

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