I frowned.
“Who?” I asked.
It was Misha, sitting on the couch, tapping his foot impatiently.
“Are you serious about this?” He stood up the moment he saw me, looking thoroughly agitated.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Killian came up and stood next to me.
Misha looked at him for a second, then composed himself.
“I understand your reason to want to take a break, but this…” He threw his head back in frustration. “Tell me you’re really not planning to leave KJM.”
“I already explained everything to Jina,” I said.
“M…” Misha gritted his teeth.
“Maybe you should ask your guest to sit. Perhaps he’d like some refreshment,” Killian offered, one eyebrow raised, but the cold edge in his tone made it very clear: Misha needed to behave.
Misha looked at him with a hard expression. I saw the wariness
