Daniil and I sat in the back seat, and Kirill took the passenger’s seat.
Grigori was sprawled on the middle seat, already passed out again.
I stared at the night sky through the window, and instantly, the weight that had plagued me lifted off my shoulders. I murmured quietly, “It’s done. Those bastards can’t hurt us again.”
“That family is done.” Daniil pulled me closer against his side. He tilted his head to look me in the eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to know where I ended up putting—”
“No,” I cut him off. “I don’t want to know where Katie is. I trust you.”
He kissed the tip of my nose and hesitated. Then, he lifted a ring in front of my face.
My mouth dropped open. “You are not doing that right now, Daniil.”
Kirill glanced back, his eyes shot wide open, and then he quickly turned back around in his seat. He held perfectly still and turned an ear in our direction. Eavesdropping…in the polite way.
“Why not?” Daniil asked as he rubbed the ring back and forth between his fingers, watching as the diamond sparkled with every passing light we drove by. “We just finished killing off the bad guys. I thought this would be a perfect time.”
My mouth bobbed. “You really are a sick bastard.”
“You say that like it’s a surprise.”
I growled, “I want to hear the words!”
Brown eyes met mine, appearing amused at my grumpy expression. “You’re going to say yes, anyway, so why should I ask?”
“Daniil.”
“It is a valid point, my sweet.”
“Daniil.”
His lips twitched. “Yes, my sweet?”
I crossed my arms and tried a different tactic. “What are you doing?”
Daniil smiled bright enough to light the night. “I’m asking you to marry me, Ms. Forter.”
Instantly, my heart melted to mush, and I fell against his side and rested my head against his shoulder. I lifted up my hand, allowing him to place the engagement ring on my finger. “And I’m saying yes, Mr. Kozar.”
Dr. Wisser kept bumping Daniil with his hip when my husband swayed on the chair he sat on. Medical beeps let him know I was still alive as the doctor cut into my stomach. C-Sections weren’t anything new, but to my loving husband of one week, he found it entirely terrifying.
I would never tell, though. His secret was safe me with.
“Don’t you dare look past that curtain,” I hissed.
Daniil glared down at me and rubbed the sweat off his forehead. His wedding ring glinted in the harsh lighting. Behind his facemask, he muttered, “I want to stay upright. I won’t be looking, my sweet. I promise.”
“Almost there,” Dr. Wisser stated happily. “Are you ready to know what your first born is, Mrs. Kozar?”
My eyes widened in excitement, and the monitors beeped more quickly. “Yes.”
Daniil’s eyes crinkled, and I just knew he was smirking. “I’ve already told you. They’re boys.”
I grinned. “Eva would be thrilled.”
Daniil nodded, more sweat beads glistening on his forehead.
We both waited, ignoring any horrifying sounds filtering past the curtain where the doctor worked on my body. Time ticked by, passing in excruciating slow seconds. I bit my lips and stared into the most perfect brown eyes.
