C81 At The Hospital.
Ivan’s POV:
*I-Ivan?*
Her voice sounded small and broken, and my heart ached.
“Milaya, it’s me, you're safe now,” I reassured her.
She didn't say anything else, just stared at me.
With my heart lodged firmly in my throat, I let my eyes roam her body, searching for injuries or worse—signs that he had succeeded.
Fortunately, only her shirt had been ripped.
Slowly, she lifted her right hand
