Chapter 7
Emma groaned at the sudden shaft of light which played across her face like an irritating feather. It jarred her from sleep and the first words onto her lips proved unsavoury for the audience.
“Mum!” Nicky rebuked. “No swearing, not on Saturdays.”
“Close the curtains,” Emma grumbled, shielding her face with her hand and yanking the sheet up over her exposed breasts. She nudged Rohan in the ribs and he gave her a sideways smile, the soldier in him already disturbed by their son’s feet padding along the wide hallway moments ago.
“Sit up,” Nicky instructed and Emma covered her face with the sheet. Rohan said something in Russian to Nicky and the boy sniggered and responded with a word which sent Emma into orbit. “Lenivý!”
“Really?” she shouted. “You both think that?” Her tone h
