“Don’t feed her lies, Lenochka.” He pins me with a stare.
My papa might be heartless, but he’s the best husband and father alive. It’s like she’s his air and he has to see her every moment. How he searches for her when she’s not there. I’ve always loved the way he looks at her, like she’s his world. Papa slides his attention to her and all I can do is watch as a different, cryptic emotion blossoms in his eyes. “Well, I’m half Russian and people drink at eighteen in Russia.” “This is not the UK and you are not English.”
He levels me with a look that would bring a mountain to its knees. Otherwise, Papa and these ruthless guys would’ve come over and buried the Serpents with their own hands.Įspecially if they’d found out my and Jeremy’s lives were in danger. Needless to say, he made the guards report back that the fire that took place was minor and nothing to worry about. “The usual,” Jeremy answers with a shrug. “How’s everything at school?” Papa pours himself a glass of wine. Her happiness is contagious, to say the least, and so is her energy.
Mom, who’s beaming from ear to ear, doesn’t stop pushing all sorts of food in our direction. The ones we go to whenever our parents are unreachable. We’ve always considered these guys our extended family. Boris, another guard in the close circle, would’ve joined us, too, but he’s apparently not in the house. We all sit for dinner, Kolya, Yan, and Ogla included. Moments of normalcy, of warmth, and peace.Įven if we’ll never be the conventional type. It’s moments like these that make me glad to be home. I run into his arms, and while they’re not as soothing as Mom’s, they’re safe, like a fortress. I’m lucky enough to be his daughter, so I’m never the subject of his wrath, but I know that people tremble at the prospect of being in that position.Īfter he hugs Jeremy in greeting, he regards me with a soft smile. Papa has an imposing, intimidating presence that calls for everyone’s attention whenever he walks into a room. “Let me go call them.” Jeremy has barely finished his sentence when Papa strolls into the kitchen with Kolya-his second-in-command-in tow. “In his office with Kolya.” Mom plants me on a seat and places my favorite salad in front of me. “Where’s Papa?” I ask Mom while I help Ogla fill plates that look no different than a feast for an army.
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