Ivana’s POV
The hum of the plane engine was steady, soft and almost calming and for the first time in what felt like ages, I had Kiera and Kian tucked into my arms, safe and warm.
They clung to me like they were afraid I would disappear again. That was exactly how I felt too so I tightened my grip around them, nuzzling against their soft skin.
"Where were you?" Kiera asked, her tiny voice muffled against my shoulder.
"Why didn’t you come get us sooner?" Kian added, his eyes wide and sad.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, flashing them the warmest smile I could, I said, "There were things I had to do first. But I never stopped thinking about you, not for one second."
They nodded, but I could tell they were still confused and hurt but they were trying not to show it.
"The woman who took care of you," I brushed a strand of hair from Kiera’s face, "she was your caretaker. She helped me because I had so many things to do. Important and dangerous things that I had to finish before I could
