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.
