Nikolai’s POV
“What’s wrong?” Isa sat up away from me with a nervous stare.
I sighed, knowing the fun part of the day was surely over. I stood to my feet and picked through the various piles of our clothing until I found my jeans, and stepped into them.
“Nikolai?” Her look of concern deepened as she watched me button up my pants.
“Why don’t you get dressed while I clean this up?” I motioned to the pizza that had gone flying across the room when I threw it from the bed in my hurry to put Isa on it. Then I glanced over at the drinks that lay sideways on the floor, soda pooling on the hardwood floor next to them.
Isadora rose from the rug, plucking the t-shirt she had been wearing up from the floor as she did. “You can’t answer me?”
“Isa,” I looked over to her, shooting her a warning l
