Page 116 of His Kidnapped Queen
I frown. “But not my nose, right?”
Sophia laughs. “No, she got my father’s nose.”
“I’ll have to meet him. Ask for your hand in marriage.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she hedges.
I frown. “Why not?”
“Well, he hates mobsters.”
“I’m good with parents. You’ll see,” I say, because right now, nothing can bring me down. Maybe it’s the opiates coursing through my system or the near-death experience, but right now, all I feel is happy.
“Have you met many parents?” Sophia teases.
“Not exactly,” I admit, grinning sheepishly. My eyes widen as I realize I’ve neglected to ask about someone. “Diego?”
“They processed him and then brought him here,” she answers. “They wouldn’t tell me anything since I’m not family, but?—”
“I’m his emergency contact. They’ll tell me.”
“I think he’s okay,” she says, and I nod.
“He’s got a hard head. I’m sure he’ll be alright.” I sigh, knowing there’s still one more person I need to ask about. “And Nico?”
“He’s being held without bail for attempted murder.”
I blink, surprised. “Mine?”
“Among others. Diego, too. Me.”
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” I ask quietly, taking her hand when she offers it to me.
She shakes her head. “No. Barely touched me. I think…I think he might have, once he was finished.”
“Who else was there?”
“Three other guys. I didn’t get names, but the SWAT team arrested them before they could do much damage.”
“I want names,” I say through gritted teeth.
Sophia sighs. “You don’t need names. There’s nothing you can do from here, anyway.”
I go silent. There’s plenty I can do from here, if she could just get me a phone. Hell, they sell them at the gift shop. But I can’t ask her to help me do anything criminal. I’m lucky she’s even talking to me, after everything I did.
“Pixie, I’m sorry.”
Her blue eyes widen as she looks at me.
“You can’t possibly be apologizing tome, after everything.”
“All this started because of me. I should have just talked to you, explained what you meant to me.”
“Not sure that would have gone over really well.” She cracks a smile. “I was pretty determined to take you down.”
“Did you get what you needed?”
“No,” she says softly. “I didn’t. They’ll probably give you a slap on the wrist.”
