When he was gone, I grabbed Amethyst’s hand and started to move.

“Wait!”

She started to pull away from me, and on instinct, my hand tightened, before I loosened my grip, worried about hurting her.

“You’re going to take me with you,” she whispered.

It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “Yes.”

“I need to get…”

“There’s nothing here that you need,” I said, my voice a low, stern.

“Please,” she said, her eyes pleading in a way I had never seen.

I relented.

My emotions were such a mess that I didn’t know what else to do.

She unlocked the hotel room door, and I didn’t go in after her, knowing that my men had every side of the building covered.

She came back in less than thirty seconds.

“What did you get?” I asked, curious about what was so important.

“My mother’s picture,” she said.

But that wasn’t all she held in her hand.

I plucked the piece of paper, the black, white, and blue shades of the ultrasound instantly familiar.

I didn’t let my gaze linger, though I wanted to, more than anything.

Instead, I again grabbed her hand and started to walk.

“You aren’t going to fight me?” I asked as we left the building.

“Would it do any good?” came her reply.

“No,” I answered.

I held tight to her as we walked down the stairs and crossed the street.

I pushed her into the SUV and then got in beside her.

The car was moving before the door was completely closed.

* * *

Davit

“Nice plane,”she muttered.

They were the first words she had said to me in hours.

“It’s my brother’s,” I responded.

She sighed, looking miserable.