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“Dear God,” Aunt Bella cries. “Can we not have a pissing contest right now.” She gestures at me, Viktor, and Uncle Alexei. “You all failed my little girl, and I swear on all that’s holy, if she doesn’t pull through, there will be four funerals.” “Baby,” Uncle Alexei murmurs, trying to take hold of her arm. Aunt Bella yanks away from him, her Latino temper flaring hotter. “Don’t baby me.” She comes to stand in front of me, her eyes cold as ice. “I want the head of the man who did this to my daughter on a golden fucking platter.”
“Daddy’s here, baby-girl.” “Hold me,” I sputter, trying to reach for him. Dad carefully pushes his arms beneath my back, and gently lifts me to his chest. The moment I get to bury my face against his shoulder, I allow myself to break down. “I love you, printsessa.” He peppers my hair with kisses. “I’m so fucking sorry you got hurt.” I nod against his shoulder, then whimper, “I was so scared.” “Christ, baby-girl,” he groans. “I wish I could trade places with you.”

