Chapter 85

I wanted to ask him if he was really as strong as him or like Ivan, who had traveled a good part of Alaska, Canada, and the United States in early winter and injured, with his children. In my head, there was no other point of comparison; that was willpower and endurance at maximum power. A rush of relief ran through me, anxiously hoping that Haydar’s shot had been so poor that it didn’t hurt Nika too much.

But the blood, the amount of blood!

Besides, how was I going to escape with Mirko if we didn’t know what had become of the child’s father?

“Come on, don’t waste time, get out of here!” Rex urged us, stepping aside.

“What are you going to do?” I asked him, grabbing his wrist tightly. It was very thick and muscular, and the fur that covered it was all matted with moisture and blood, but I didn’t feel disgusted when I touched it; the penetrating smell already practically didn’t matter to me. “You’re very weak! Don’t do something stupid, please.”

The guil