Tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at the woman she’d longed to see for so long.
Eve smiled, tucked a long strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she leaned forward. “Yes, it’s me.”
Amy watched as tears filled Eve’s eyes. She turned her head away and quickly wiped them away before turning back. “We never gave up hope of one day finding you.” Eve cleared her throat. “You and the others,” she added. “Hunter wouldn’t give up. He knew you were out there. After a few years of searching, he said he finally felt you. He said he felt your pain, your humiliation. He wouldn’t rest—hasn’t truly rested—since he connected with you several months ago.”
“Connection?” What connection? She wondered, but her heart knew. She’d felt him there from time to time. Felt him giving her comfort. Whispering unbelievable promises of rescue. She’d never believed him. How could she? He was a male, after all. What man would ever be that caring, that compassionate?
One question ran through Amy’s mind repeatedly. She needed to know. “How l—“
Her voice cracked so she tried again. “How long?”
Eve winced, lowered her head to stare at the floor. Amy stiffened, tried to sit up. Eve stood and quickly pushed her back against the pillows. “Just lay down and rest. Your body still needs to recover. I’ll answer your questions.” With a sigh, Eve returned to her seat, rubbed her back yet again. That’s when Amy finally noticed the curve of Eve’s belly.
“You’re pregnant,” she said, though how she hadn’t noticed it at first she’d never know.
Eve chuckled. “Yes, and not for the first time either.” Eve’s smile disappeared and her gaze grew somber as she reached for her hand. After lacing their fingers together, Eve looked her straight in the eye. “Nearly six years, Amy. The Black Rose attacked Taliff’s ship, kidnapping you and the others nearly six years ago.”
Amy swallowed, looked away. She fisted her hands in the sheets as rage filled her. Six years of her life stolen with no way to ever get them back. Six fucking years. If she ever got her hands on the Black Rose, nothing and no one would stop her from hacking the woman into bits with her claws.
She licked her lips then turned back to Eve, letting her see all the hatred and rage inside her. “How many women were rescued besides me?”
Eve stood, running her palms over her belly as she did. “Counting you, we brought nearly three dozen women on board.”
Amy heard the sadness in the woman’s voice and knew whatever Eve said next would not be pleasant. “One woman died before she could get to the medical bay for help. Several more are in critical condition.”
“And those sent down to the surface? How did they fare?”
Eve grimaced, rubbed her belly before returning to her seat. “Two, as you know, died protecting Maryann. There was nothing we could do for them, but—“
Amy pushed herself to her elbows before slowly sitting up. Gripping the sheet beneath her arms, she scooted back until she rested against the headboard. Even that much movement wore her out. She didn’t have time for weakness, not now, maybe not ever.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Eve stood again, paced from one end of the small room to the other and back again, rubbing her lower back the entire time.
“But what, Eve?” she asked again. “Don’t stall. I’m obviously not the girl I once was.” She cast her gaze around the room thinking. God, how old was she now? Twenty-five, Twenty-six? Shaking her head, she turned her thoughts back to what was important. Her age didn’t matter anymore. “I can handle whatever you have to say.”
Eve winced then nodded before turning to face her once again. “ Myra wasn’t with the others. Somehow, she managed to find a hole to crawl into before we sent the guards to retrieve the fallen men.”
Amy snarled, not even bothering to control the furious lioness that raged within. She should
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