George.
“Go on then,” I said, arms folded as I leaned against the table, “if you say there is something I wouldn’t like, then say it—let’s hear it.”
Lev didn’t move.
He just stood there, shoulders laid back and relaxed, turning his back to me, he stared hard at the floor like the answer was written boldly on it.
I waited, arms crossed over my chest.
Then, just as he turned, opening his mouth—
Bang.
The door pushed wide open to reveal Cora.
Her eyes flashed with anger as she stepped in loudly and intrusively.
“He won't tell you cause he’s scared,” her voice cut through our conversation as she strolled in like she owned the place, “he won’t say it, but he’s terrified of his own brother.”
Lev turned slowly, his expression was unreadable, nearly cold.
“Cora, this conversation doesn’
