Bash.
Bash.
I have to—
He’s there. Right where I left him, in Theo’s arms.
Except Theo’s handing him to Laney.
“Sorry, princess,” he mutters to his new bride. “Also, worth it.”
Laney’s lips move but no sound comes out. Bash sticks a finger in his mouth and looks at me.
“Oh, shit,” Zen whispers.
Sabrina squeaks again.
“Emma,” that voice says again, and I don’t know if it’s wonder or disbelief, but I know I have to get out of here.
Now.
I have to take my son, and I have to run.
For his safety. For his anonymity. For my peace of mind.
Jonas Rutherford appears, and I’m suddenly a runaway bride again.
Whispers. Laughter. Pointing. Mocking.
I’m safe. I’m safe. I’m safe.
But not yet.
Not while I’m out in the open—whileBashis out in the open—with one of the world’s most famous celebrities standing mere feet from the little boy who looks just like him.
Mylittle boy.
There’s a shuffle around me. People are moving. Theo’s striding past me toward the sound of the voice.
Grey’s trailing him with panic written on his face.
I’m moving too.
Straight to Laney.
To Bash.
To run.
“Not this one, Theo,” Grey says. “He—oof.”
“Motherfucker,” Theo grunts.
And there’s another noise too.
Anurpand a gasp that’s followed by gasps from everyone watching what’s going on behind me.
I’m not watching.
