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CHAPTER SIX

W illow sat on the edge of the single bed and held Isabella in her arms, rocking her.

She'd finally stopped crying.

God knows what they'd done to both of them before she'd woken up. Or how long she had been out. She did know from the throbbing in her head that she'd been shot with the serum.

If they'd done the same to Isabella, she was going to rip their heads off. Well...she was going to do that anyway if she got the chance.

Thinking about what might have happened before she'd regained consciousness was not worth thinking about. It was fucking with her mind.

Isabella was alive and in one piece. For now, that was all that mattered.

But they needed to get out of there.

Brayden! She tried once more to telepath him.

Willow was fairly certain she knew what had taken place. She had been shot by the serum and taken by the Russian mafia.

How?

She didn't know.

All she recalled was someone she didn't recognize walking past her as she'd been walking down the hall making baby noises at Isabella. The little princess had been restless and not sleeping, and she'd wanted to stretch her legs.

There was no need for guards in the castle. She was surrounded by hundreds of Moretti warriors.

The idea, completely insane.

But as this man had walked past her, Willow had frowned and turned her head as she'd felt the sting of something piercing her skin.

Next minute, she'd hit the ground as the world tilted and she fought to keep Isabella in her arms. Then she was lifted and carried away as the world turned black.

When she woke, not long ago, she was inside the cell she now sat in. Two of the walls were made of glass. Outside were two men holding rifles and a man in a lab coat and glasses who sat in front of a set of computer screens.

Willow strongly suspected where she was, and it made her entire body shudder in fear. Even if they were humans and she was a vampire.

Because if she was right, she was inside the same tungsten constructed lab Callan had been kept in and experimented on. In all likelihood, she was at the BioZen lab in Seattle, Washington.

Motherfuckers.

Which was why she couldn't teleport or open the door. She'd tried.

Brayden, where are you?

If she was right, he wouldn't be able to hear her because of the tungsten and the distance between them. Which was how they were able to hold Callan for so long.

Isabella began to wriggle and cry again. Willow stood and lightly bounced on her heels to calm the baby. Then she slid her fingers inside her diaper.

Damn.

"Excuse me," she reluctantly called out. "My baby needs changing."

Because diaper rash.

Her diaper was full, and Willow had no sense of time. Plus, she was dehydrated, and that meant Isabella was too.

Her heart pounded as she watched the three men ignore her.

Oh, my god. Surely they are not going to leave us here to die of dehydration and starvation.

Are they?

Panic began to wash over her.

"Hello! Hello! I need some water for my baby! I need something to change her with." Willow yelled and walked over to the glass wall.

Still, the men didn't react, but one of them had blinked.

They can hear me.

Anger joined the party, which was a much easier emotion to deal with than fear.

"We will die if you don't help us. Do you want to kill a baby?" Willow yelled again.

Isabella began to scream.

Fuck.

The scientist, she assumed, turned and watched her. The expression on his face was difficult to read. When she thought she saw compassion or pity, it quickly vanished.

Willow had never killed someone before but knew in that moment if it meant her child's life or any of these men, she would.

Happily.

Well, maybe not happily.

Possibly happy...who cared? She just needed to get some water for her child.

The side door opened, and a tall solid man walked in. Nikolay Mikhailov.

She shouldn't be surprised, but coming face-to-face with him was another thing.

Slowly, he walked in front of her cage and his eyes rolled over her. He paid little attention to the princess and that worried her.

Pushing down her fear because fuck him, Willow kept her eyes on him until he finally stopped in front of her.

He looked directly at her and smirked. "Willow Moretti."

As she'd predicted, the men outside could hear and communicate with her through the glass.

Cunts.

"Nice of you to join us," he continued. "I hope the accommodations are to your liking."

What a fucking psycho.

Again, not news to her. If she'd been on her own, she might have been a smart-ass, but with her daughter crying in her arms, thirsty and with a wet diaper, Willow was desperate to appeal to his sense of humanity.

If he had any.

Let's face it, he was a murderer.

"My child needs water and to be changed," she said calmly.

His brows slowly lifted as his hands slid into the pocket of his pants.

Shit.

"Well, here's the thing, Princess Willow." He said her title with a complete lack of respect. "I don't give a fuck. You're only here to draw your king to me, then you will die. My team was not tasked with bringing your soon-to-die offspring, so...you get the picture."

The only picture I have is of me or my mate ripping your fucking head off your body.

She stared at him, hatred pouring from every cell in her body.

"The king isn't coming for me. I'm not the queen," Willow said through clenched teeth. "He won't care."

Willow was almost certain that Brayden would have lost his mind and triggered a full-scale war with both her and Isabella gone.

Heck, even Vincent would be a little upset with her not being around.

"Interesting." He nodded slowly, then lifted a shoulder. "Someone will come, and then the next and then the next. Eventually, Vincent will face me."

Willow shook her head.

He was wrong. He'd be dead before that happened.

Nikolay leaned forward. "Then he will be under my control."

Jesus, he was insane.

And a dead man walking.

The question was, would she and Isabella survive before that happened?

"Please. Just one glass of water." Willow begged. She would do anything for her child, even beg the evilest man alive.

He raised a single brow, amused by her humility, and watched them both for a long moment. Then Nikolay stepped back and nodded at the guard. "Get her some water."

She almost thanked him out of habit.

"Don't mistake this for kindness. I want you alive for my benefit." He sneered, then walked out of the room.

The guard followed him, and Willow returned to the bed to strip the wet diaper off Isabella.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy will find us."

I hope.

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