“No.”
“You’re in shock. You need to go home. Your father will want to talk to you. “
I know he’s right. “I’ll be back later.”
Gregor looks relieved. He makes a phone call, speaking in rapid Russian. Arranging for more guards. Securing the hospital. Making sure no one can get to me.
I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes.
Someone tried to kill me.
I think about my father’s words.Don’t die.
I open my eyes and stare at the fluorescent lights overhead.
I won’t die. Not today. Not from some coward in an SUV who can’t even look me in the eye before trying to kill me.
Two of my father’s men appear. I’m rushed into a waiting car and taken home.
My father is waiting for me. He looks angry—at me.
“What happened?” he asks.
I tell him and wait for his reaction.
“You’ll have two guards at all times,” he says.
“Do you think it could be Yuri?” I ask coolly.
He scoffs and immediately starts coughing. “Why would Yuri want you dead?”
“You told me he wanted me dead so he can take over.”
“I don’t think I said exactly that.”
“You told me not to die. Who would want me dead? Yuri. Yuri wants my seat.”
“That’s a strong accusation.”
I know there’s a chance it could be one of my father’s enemies. But the timing feels off.
I throw my hands up. “I’ll deal with it.”
I walk out of the living room and head upstairs to my room to shower and change. The water stings the scrapes on my palms and knees. I’ll have bruises in the morning, but nothing compared to what Anton is dealing with.
I dress in a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a sports bra. I pull on a tee and slip my lipstick into my pocket. I wish I could carry a gun, but that would be too obvious.
I feel the danger. Someone is gunning for me. I will be ready.
Two guards escort me back to the hospital. I probably look like a celebrity flanked by two guards as we move through the hallways. Gregor is in the room. He stands from his chair and greets me at the door.
“How is he?” I ask.
“Hasn’t come to.”
“I’d like to sit with him.”
“I’ll be right outside the door,” he says.