“The baby’s healthy?” Ruslan asks Dr. Owens in a bored rumble. “Yes. You have nothing to worry about.” “Good. Then I’m no longer needed here.” I sit up a little straighter. He’s my ride—where the hell does he think he’s going? Ruslan throws me only a cursory glance. “Once you finish up the appointment, Boris will be waiting outside to drive you back to the estate.”
Sir u know what gtfo idgaf like I’m about tired of u
