The implication hit Sorayah like a slap to the face. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief, a cold chill running down her spine as her arms tightened around the fragile infant she held.
Before she could utter another word, Dimitri turned his attention back to Jasmine, treating Sorayah as though she were invisible, as though her presence no longer mattered.
"I don't understand why you're using your sex slave for this role, Your Highness," Jasmine said, her tone measured but laced with judgment. She gave a slight bow of respect. "I thought you planned to rely on an assassin, someone who willingly accepted this mission, someone prepared to die if necessary. At least an assassin would be skilled, able to hold out for some time before being overwhelmed."
"What?" Sorayah whispered, stunned. Her eyes widened further in shock and despair. The small baby in her arms, had stopped crying by now. Perhaps exhaustion had won out, and he had simply fallen asleep.
