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