ROMAN

The elevator ride to the fourth floor was tense. Amelia's breathing had become more labored, and I could feel the heat of a fever radiating from her body. Whatever she'd been through, it was taking a serious toll.

The door to the safe house opened as we approached, revealing Dimitri's stocky frame. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of us.

"Bozhe moi," he muttered. "Roman, what have you done?"

"Not now, Dimitri," I said, brushing past him into the apartment. "Where's the doctor?"

"In the bedroom, preparing," Dimitri replied, closing and locking the door behind us. "Roman, you need to tell me what's going on. This wasn't a part of your mission."

I ignored him for the moment, focusing on getting Amelia to the bedroom. A small, wiry man with graying hair looked up as we entered. His eyes quickly assessed the situation, and he gestured for me to lay Amelia on the bed.

"What happened to her?" the doctor asked, already beginning his examination.

"I don't know the details," I admitted.