UNDER HIS PROTECTION

erson POV

throbbed lightly as she stirred, her senses slowly awakening. Her eyelids fluttered open, the soft glow of golde

ry, accented by rich, dark wooden paneling that ran halfway up. A chandelier hung above her bed, its delicate crystals shimmering faintly in the n

nder. Across the room, a fireplace crackled gently, the golden flames dancing over polished brass accents. Above

reaked dark hair pinned neatly into a bun. She was wiping the edges of a polished side table with a pristine white cloth, he

se waves down her back. She was rearranging a tray filled with medical supplies near the be

Greta?" the younger woman aske

or said she just needs rest and care. Poor thing has been through so much. I

he looks so pale. It's disgusting how someone

es scanning Samantha's face. "This world can be cruel," she sa

ta placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Dear,

d toward the voices. Her throat felt dry, and her body ached f

darted to the bedside, her hazel eyes wide with excitement. "Hey ther

ce cracked barely a whis

tween the two women. "Where...where am I

er on the nightstand and helped Samantha

arched throat, and Samantha ma

ed gently. "He brought you here after..." S

bluntly, folding her arms. "You were in a bad way, but Rona

m, how she was supposed to be auctioned by tthe Albanians-it all came rushing back in

arm. "It's all right, dear. You don't have to

She glanced around the luxurious room. It was impossible to r

onan made sure of that. No one's going to

ng to Nadia. "Let's not overwhelm he

Ronan doesn't do things halfway. When he sets his mind to

aved me?" her mind going back to the man who was approaching

The Albanians aren't exactly the forgiving type, and taking you from them was like poking a bear. But

That's enough, Nadia. She doesn't ne

rself from asking, "Why would h

lly, she said, "Let's just say Ronan doesn't do anything wi

ht of Nadia's words settled heavily

was a hint of sadness in her voice. "For now,

oo much about it. Ronan's handling the fallout from the raid a

Samantha whispered,

took you from them. In their eyes, you were a possession, something they had control o

r Volkov before-whispers of his vast wealth, his power, and his shadowy ties to the und

hoices-they weren

Ronan Vo

going to be one hell of a ride and Sama