Chapter 168: I’m So Sorry Reagan
REAGAN POV
"Heather." I breathed out and for the first time in days a smile formed on my face as I stared at Heather who was approaching me and she wasn’t alone.
Beside her was Ivana and one other woman who was carrying something in her arms. The men escorted the women forward, all three of them looking like they had just crawled out of hell’s mouth. Their dresses were torn and ripped, mud and dried blood were caked all over their faces, their hair tangled and dirty, it would take two days of washing to return them back to their natural color.
Though they looked exhausted, bruised and worn out but all that matters was that they were alive. As they got closer my gaze landed on the small bundle the woman wrapped around her arms protectively, holding on to it with this fierce look in her eyes. Like she would kill anyone who dared to take the child away from her.
Poor thing must have given birth in that place all alone, so it was rightfully hers to guard with her life.
I stepped forward, my heart lurching in my chest as I stepped forward towards the women. "Heather!" I called her.
The moment her gaze found mine, I watched the way her body visibly relaxed. "Sire?" She called and without any other words, she raced forward and fell down to her knees in front of me.
I caught her before she could hit the ground, holding her as she trembled in my arms while sobbing. Ivana on the other hand went to a corner and sat down, there was a distant look in her eyes and I knew right then that she must have witnessed something terrible.
They were all tired, I understood that but I also wanted to know the most important thing.
"We found them hidden in a cave." Nikolai responded, "And Reagan there is something you need to know, there is still isn’t any sign of Dahlia."
No, no, no. I shook my head and stared down at Heather who was now sobbing uncontrollably in my arms. "Heather where’s Dahlia?" I demanded but all Heather did was just continue to sob and I was already tired of it at this point, "Gods damn it Heather, where the fuck is my wife!" I demanded harshly as I eased away from her and grip her tight by her shoulders.