Emily's fingers tightened around my arm, her voice softening as she glanced at Freya. "But, Sister… we have to leave for Russia," she said, her tone laced with reluctance. "You should come with us."
I shook my head firmly, my hand resting protectively on Freya's swollen belly. "No. It's not safe for her to follow us," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "She's pregnant. We can't take her with us."
Freya's lips parted, her eyes flickering with disappointment, but before she could protest, I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Don't worry," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring. "I'm not leaving you. I'll have my people take care of you. And Suzy and Nancy—you'll live with them."
Emily's brows furrowed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I forgot to ask you…" she said, tilting her head, "what is it that you do?"
