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ViktorNik's grinning face is not exactly what I want to see. Solemn, yes. Pissed off, definitely.But grinning to the point of almost laughing? He can fuck right the hell off."Sorry," he says when he sees me glaring at him. He clears his throat and attempts to be more somber. "I just never thought I'd see you in a drunk tank."Rina side-eyes him but focuses on the updates she's brought me. "The lawyers are currently lobbying a slew of complaints and filings at the district court," she says as they both approach the bars of what is, unfortunately, the station's "drunk tank."I'm sure there are more private holdings somewhere in this building, but Smithson seems to have a personal bone to pick with me. I make a mental note to have someone look into that later on, after I'm released.Smithson made an enemy today."And?" I press. "Am I getting out?""Within twenty-four hours, yes. The team is working on shortening that up as much as possible.""How the fuck—" I take a deep breath to cen

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Anna"Seriously, Momma Blair, I'm fine." I give Carrie a warm smile. "If I wear anything fluffier, I'm going to become a marshmallow."She sighs and helps me slip my feet into the ultra-plush slippers she bought for me as an early baby shower gift. "Are you sure? I can get you another blanket."I've just taken a shower and was greeted upon my emergence with a neatly folded pile of pajamas, a thick robe, these slippers, and a faux fur blanket to wrap around me. I know this is all supposed to help me calm down and feel safe, warm, and comfortable, but...It also kind of makes me feel like they've packaged me in bubble wrap."I'm fine, really. I think I just want to lay down.""After a glass of water." Carrie steers me toward her kitchen. "You sound parched. Have you been drinking enough water lately?"I want to say I have. I want to be able to say I've been taking perfectly good care of myself in the midst of Viktor shattering my heart. That I've been stretching and meditating and drink

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AnnaI see the signs for the hospital through the window. If I'm going to get a hold of anyone, I better do it now."Hey, Asya? It's me. Yeah, I'm fine..." I can't finish saying the word. Tears spill from my eyes and lodge a thick lump in my throat. "I'm not," I hiccup. "I'm... I'm... I'm in labor.""Breathe, malyshka." Asya's voice is so soothing in my ear. "Breathe deep; breathe slow. We're on our way."I don't have time to ask her about Viktor. Gerald whips the car up through the ramp to the Emergency Room entrance and leaps out, shouting and waving for the nurses to come help get me out of the car. Ivan pulls up behind us and yanks my door open.Someone pushes a wheelchair over to us. I'm hoisted in and wheeled inside, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of information Carrie is giving the attending nurse."Let's get you in a room." The nurse nods to her colleagues, who begin the check-in process at the desk. "You came at a good time. We should have a doctor taking a look at you

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