Page 33 of Fierce Vows

He laughs.“You should know better than anyone else,” he says, not turning to look at me as he opens the door.“It’s easiest to take people down from the inside.”

“I do.”

I remember everything I had to do, to live through, to finally be the one to reclaim my family name from my uncle Sebastian.The darkness and depravity I had to survive before I was able to claim back my life by shedding the blood of a family member.

“I will give you some privacy,” he says.“Tell Rafael to bring Thalia as well.I have something for her.”

The door clicks shut on his last word and I am left wondering what the fuck is going on.But I don’t let the thought hold me back for too long.Powering on the device I scroll to the only number in the programming and hit call.

It rings and rings before going to voicemail.Where the fuck is he?I hit call again.

“What?”Dom barks down the line.

“Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”I ask, jokingly, although I have to fight to hold back tears at the sound of his familiar voice, a knot forming in my throat.

“Willow?Where are you?Tell me before someone can end the call,” he demands in a rush.

“I’m fine, Dom,” I say calmly after taking a steadying breath, trying to reassure him and myself.“Is Rafe there?”

“You’re on speaker,” Dom replies.

“I’m in St Petersburg,” I say calmly.“The man Kirrill sold me to is helping me.A location was sent to your phone, so you can come and get me.”

“Are you okay?”I hear my husband’s hoarse voice.

“I’m alive, and it could be worse.There’s a doctor here.”

“My love,” he says, anguish coating his words and I can’t hold back the tears anymore.“I should have protected you better, kept you safe.”

My heart hurts at the anguish in his voice.But these are the risks.This is the life we live and sometimes it gets dirty, scary, and painful.But as long as we have each other, we can survive anything.

“Please, Rafe,” I beg brokenly.“Just come and get me.”

“We’re coming,” Dom says, his own voice filled with emotion.

“Dom?”

“Yeah, princess?”I can hear the emotion choking his words.

I am fighting to keep my emotions under control but my voice still cracks when I speak.“Bring Thalia.”

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