“It seems Junior has been taken.”Everything in Lena’s body slowed to a horrifying stop. The room tilted. She felt a sudden, suffocating vacuum in her chest, as though an invisible pair of hands had wrapped around her lungs and were squeezing the last remaining pocket of air out of them.She blinked. A single tear tracked a hot path down her pale cheek. Another followed. And then another, blurring her vision until the tears were falling faster than she could blink them away, entirely out of her control.“W-what are you talking about?” she whispered, her voice sounding thin. She violently ripped her hands out of Julian’s tight grip.He didn't answer. He simply reached back out, his large palms lifting toward her face in an attempt to brush the wetness from her cheeks.Lena jerked her head away from his touch, completely rejecting the comfort. “Julian…” she pleaded, her voice cracking, frustration and terror bleeding into her tone.“It’s under control, baby,” he breathed, though his ow
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