Page 143 of Blood Red Rage
It opened, one of the assistants stepped out. I grabbed her shoulders. “Bryn?”
“She is safe.”
Everything inside me stopped. “Say it again.”
“She is safe.”
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“Healthy?”
“Tired. But healthy.”
My legs nearly gave out. Roman caught my arm but I shook him off. “Babies?”
“Healthy.”
“Both?”
“Yes.”
I pushed past her and this time nobody stopped me. The room smelled of blood, sweat and medicine. I didn't look at the babies, not at first. Bryn, always Bryn. She lay against the pillows, exhausted. Her hair stuck to her forehead, face pale, eyes closed.
I crossed the room in seconds. “Bryn.”
Her eyes opened, slowly. Then she smiled, that fucking smile. I nearly broke.
“Hey.”
I dropped to my knees beside the bed. My hands shook when I touched her face. “You're okay.”
“I told you.”
“You're okay.”
“Yes.”
I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. Everywhere I could reach. She laughed weakly. “You're crushing me.”
I immediately pulled back. “Sorry.”
“Come here.” I bent again and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I buried my face against her. “I thought...”
“I know.”
“I was going to kill Dragan.”
“I know.”
“I promised never to touch you again.”
“We'll discuss your vow later.”
“No.”
