Alexa sat on the edge of an antique royal bed, her hands limp in her palms, her eyes bloodshot from endless crying. Her body had stopped trembling hours ago, but her mind hadn't. Every time she blinked, she saw the image again… her baby, her Micah being ripped from her arms and replaced with a doll.

The warehouse, the goons, the chaos. All came crashing into her thoughts.

She pressed a palm to her stomach, it felt like something had been scooped out of her soul and left bleeding.

Roman ...