My heart stutters. I don’t have time to unpack that statement, though, because just then, Stefan returns, his body filling the tiny doorway.
It’s beyond bizarre that I feel myself unclench an extra degree now that he’s back. He’s the cause of all the danger in my life. How on earth does my body seem to think he’s the solution for it, too?
“Has anyone been by, Babushka? Have you noticed anything unusual?” His stance is rigid, eyes never settling in one spot for long.
“Yes, Stefushka, I invited the entire Italian mob for tea yesterday,” she replies dryly. “We discussed your security protocols over blini. Nice fellows.”
Stefan doesn’t smile. “This isn’t a joke.”
“And I’m not a child.” Her gaze catches on the dark stain spreading across his shirt. She tips her chin towards the wound. “You
