Adrian knelt beside Hannah. “No,” he said without looking back. “You’ll live long enough to answer for every person you hurt.”

Hannah lay on the concrete with Lucas protected beneath her arms. The baby was crying, loud and furious. Alive. Adrian touched her face. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so.”

He carefully took Lucas, then pulled Hannah into his arms. Dozens of guards stood around them, waiting for orders. Adrian did not care who watched. He held Hannah against his chest and buried his face in her hair.

“I thought I had lost you.”

Her hands gripped his coat. “You found us.”