The Surrogate Virgin
I lunged forward with a strangled scream, but Noah hauled me back, his whole body straining to keep me from running straight into a hail of bullets.
Vivienne’s smile widened, perfect and poisonous. “Now, we’re done playing games. Your mother is gone and your daughter is mine. Bring me the documents, or watch her die next.”
She turned, slipping back into the shadows with her men, Nova’s cries trailing after them until the night swallowed the sound.
I sank to my knees, my hands pressed to the gravel still wet with my mother’s blood. I’d just watched her die and now Vivienne had taken Nova. The rules had changed, this wasn’t survival anymore, it was war.
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