Page 73 of Conquer
“You gave her insulin?” Vadim’s expression shifts as he crosses to her, crouching before her. Gingerly, he strokes her cheeks, forcing her to face him. “How much did you give her? How much?” he asks gently.
Magda shrugs and drops the syringe at his feet.
“The whole thing?” Vadim looks at Irina, his gaze unreadable.
“What does that mean?” Maxim demands, seemingly as confused as I am. But then something Vadim told Magda echoes in my mind—no one else should ever take your medicine but you...
“It means… We need to call Milton. Now.” Standing, Vadim forces himself to leave his daughter, turning to the unconscious blond. “Tiffany. Can you take her upstairs to dry off?”
I force myself to move, gathering Magda into my arms. I carry her past Maxim, slipping upstairs. Once we’re in her room, however, I can’t seem to let her go.
“What were you thinking, huh?” I demand against her scalp. “You could have been hurt, honey. I told you to hide. I told you…”
She doesn’t say anything, but her arms go around me in return, holding me just as tightly.
Andneitherof us can seem to let go.
