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I didn’t know what to do. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up bile in the toilet.

“Isadora?”

I groaned when I heard his thick accented voice calling my name. Why couldn’t he leave me to die in peace? I heard his footsteps coming until he was right upon me.

“Isa?” He whispered.

“What do you want?” I moaned.

“Are you alright?”

I wanted to shake my head, but it would make me sick. “That drug you gave me is hurting me,” I whimpered.

“Shit,” Benedikt mumbled before moving away.

I wanted to ask for him to come back, but I was too shaky. I laid my head, which was throbbing once again, on the floor.Benedikt was back in a flash. He laid my head in his lap, and held a cool cloth on my forehead.

“Malen'kiy angel,what is the meaning of this? What has happened to you?”

I didn’t know what to say other than, “I am overcome by the last few nights.”

“That is understandable, but you must take better care of yourself. You are going to be the mother of my children soon,” he murmured.

I nodded slightly wincing from the pain.

“I know you don’t want to go back to bed, but let me carry you down to the observatory. You can watch Tiffany plant, while trying to eat something.”

That didn’t sound like a bad idea, so I didn’t protest. I allowed Benedikt to slowly swing me in his arms in a bridal carry, and take me downstairs. We walked around the grounds just like that, until we reached the observatory.

Benedikt didn’t care about anyone looking, and no one questioned him.

Not that I expected them to. Benedikt had a commanding aura. His silver hair showed how much experience he had. I was certain if someone challenged him, he could kill them with no problem.

He placed me on a comfortable chaise, and motioned for a servant. They came rushing in with a stand and plates, water, and tea, setting up a breakfast for me. I saw Tiffany in the garden, planting what could be more poison.

I watched silently, trying to nibble on some of the fruit they left me. I started with the apples and bit a small bite off of them. Little by little, I got food into my stomach. I didn’t know why watching Tiffany was so soothing.

But she was like psycho ASMR.

I sipped on the tea, and realized it was ginger with honey. I wasn’t the biggest fan of ginger, but still I sipped on it, hoping tosettle my stomach. Life floated past me as I followed my basic human instinct.

I wanted to do more, but I couldn’t.

My mind had broken me and I needed time to stop for a slight moment. I needed to exist without something else sweeping me off my feet. I wanted Benedikt, but was too afraid to ask for him.

Alone, I trembled in the blanket Benedikt had sprawled over my lap, and allowed a silent tear to fall from my eyes.

I wished I could change things, but I couldn’t. And that was a sad fact.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My poor wife was lost in her mind, and it was heartbreaking to watch. The Venezuelans had attempted to grab her, and I couldn’t get those shots out of my mind. They were so close to her, almost taking her from me for good. I couldn’t take the pain of losing her.

So, I threw myself into my work, tirelessly hunting the rat who was feeding our information to the cartel. I would find them. Makari had narrowed it down to five phones. We were almost there.

He had barely slept since I tasked him with the job of finding the traitor weeks ago.

I’d walked away from my wife because I couldn’t help her. I wasn’t sure how her mind trapping her worked. I didn’t know how to break it. I’d tried sometimes, but I didn’t have the energy to do that now.