He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

en say them. Quickly.”

“He has another daughter. The younger man swallowed hard enough that I saw his throat move from here. “His first child. He has two daughters.”

‘Twa?”

“Yes.”

The younger man’s finger lifted, pointing directly at me.

Every nerve in my body locked at once. I felt the tremor start somewhere in my chest and spread outward until my whole body was shaking with it, and some very small, very unhelpful part of my brain thought, of course. Of course it’s me. Why would tonight give me a single break.

DeLuca moved instantly, stepping in front of me despite the blood still soaking through his side, a shield nobody in that field could have mistaken for anything else.

The conversation didn’t stop.

“Volkov had her before Aria,” the younger man continued. That’s what I heard. She’s been away this whole time.”

The older survivor – the one who’d first confirmed Volkov’s death – went still, recognition dawning visibly across his face.

“He’s right,” he said slowly. “I remember now. That’s her mother standing beside her. I was there when Volkov said it himself. She’s the one.”

I wanted, badly, to disappear. There was no version of this field that came with an exit for that particular wish.

The hoarse–voiced man turned his full attention back to me, something in his expression recalculating in real time.

“So she’s truly his daughter.”

“Yes, the older man confirmed. His first seed.”

The hoarse man’s features shifted, the aggression in them settling into something quieter, heavier.

‘His first blood, he murmured.

“What is your name?”

His voice carried the whole distance between us, and it hit me like a physical thing,/panic spiking so fast I nearly lost my footing.

“That’s none of your business, Deluca said, still shielding me.

“I was talking to you, boy.”

The hoarse–voiced man a eyes stayed locked on me, ignoring Deluca completely.

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Chapter 325

“What is your name?”

Stuttered through it. “Daisy.”

He repeated it back, slow, testing the shape of it.

“Daisy.”

My whole body trembled, dread pooling thick in my chest. He was aggressive. He had an army behind him. Nothing about that combination had ever once. ended well for anyone in the history of anything, and 1 braced for whatever came next with every nerve I had left. DeLuca stood in front of me, my shield,, but he was hurt, weakened, bleeding, and the significance of that wasn’t lost on me even through the panic.

Then the hoarse–voiced man dropped to his knees.

“Dizyvolkov,” he said, mangling the name slightly, though nobody in that field seemed confused about who he meant.

Confusion crashed through me, thick and disorienting.

He bowed his head.

“I, and every other soul on this ground who once vowed themselves to Roman Volkov’s name, now bow to yours. His voice carried across the open ground, steady, absolute. “We vow to protect you. To defend you. To follow your every command.”

Behind him, he entire reinforcement army dropped to their knees in one single, overwhelming motion.

the heavy, unified thud of that many bodies hitting the ground together – and my brain All of them. At once. I heard it before I fully registered seeing it simply refused to file it under anything that had ever happened to me before, because nothing had.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything except stand there, frozen, staring at an entire army kneeling in front of me like I was something other than the girl who’d been terrified of a single one of them an hour ago.

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