Keira sat on the edge of the hospital bed, now dressed in the clean clothes Blair had brought her, soft gray leggings and an oversized plain sweatshirt that felt like heaven after two days in that filthy gown. She had taken a shower and washed her hair.
Her discharge papers were signed, her prescriptions for mild pain relievers and a sleep aid if she needed them, were tucked in her purse. Dr Morris had warned her to look for signs of PTSD.
All she wanted was to see Alexei before she left. Just one glimpse. One moment to reassure herself that what had happened between them in that warehouse was … more. That it had meant something.
"Are you sure you feel up to walking?" Blair hovered nearby, maternal instincts in overdrive. She really hoped her sister didn't turn into a helicopter mother when the baby arrived. Sutton had always been the overprotective one.
Keira offered a tired smile. "I'm fine, Blair. My legs still work." She stood to demonstrate. Every part of her body ached from the hard cot, the stress, and... other activities. "I'm just really tired." God was that an understatement.
"We can take you straight home," Sutton said, gathering Keira's few belongings. "Roman's got the car ready."
"Actually..." Keira hesitated. "Before we do that, I want to check on Prince Alexei."
Her sisters exchanged a quick glance that didn't escape Keira's notice.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothing," Blair said too quickly. "It's just... they moved him to a private room upstairs. Security's pretty tight."
Sutton nodded. "His father sent a royal physician from Wystovia. Mitchell's got the place locked down."
"I still want to see him." Keira squared her shoulders, ignoring the soreness. "Just for a minute."
Blair studied her face. "Okay," she said finally. "We'll go with you."
During the elevator ride to the sixth floor, Keira's mind raced with what she might say to Alexei. How did you casually acknowledge that you'd had sex with your boss while being held hostage? No… not her boss he had fired her.
When the doors opened, it was immediately obvious which room was his. Two stone-faced security agents in dark suits flanked a door at the end of the hall, and Mitchell stood in front of them, arms crossed.
Keira approached, her sisters trailing behind.
"Miss Warner," Mitchell greeted her, his expression professional. "I'm glad to see you recovered."
"Thank you." She gestured toward the door. "I'd like to see Prince Alexei."
"I'm afraid that's not possible." Mitchell didn't move. "His Highness isn't seeing visitors."
Something cold settled in Keira's stomach. "I'm not a visitor. I'm his—" Assistant? No, not anymore. Friend? That didn't begin to cover it. "I was with him through the entire ordeal."
"I'll make sure His Highness is informed." Mitchell's tone softened slightly. "For what it's worth, Miss Warner, I'm glad you're safe."
Keira stepped back, her thoughts in turmoil. This felt wrong. Not seeing Alexei before he was sent to Wystovia.
She needed to know… was what they shared in that warehouse over? But it wasn't just that damn it… She didn't know if he was ok.
"Let's go," she said to her sisters, turning sharply toward the elevator. She wouldn't beg. She wouldn't make a scene. She would have to wait to get her answers. Which really pissed her off. But Keira just didn't see another way to get to him.
The ride down was silent, Keira staring fixedly at the floor numbers as they descended. Blair and Sutton didn't speak, but she could feel their worried glances.
Roman waited with the car, looking relieved when they emerged from the hospital entrance. "All set?"
Blair got into the front passenger seat while Sutton and Keira took the back. "Did Luca take my car?"
Roman nodded, "Yeah he will drop it off tonight."
Keira leaned her head against the window as Roman pulled away from the curb, she looked at the hospital as it went by. She was really upset she hadn't got to see Alexei before leaving.

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