Maxim was lost in his thoughts and barely heard what his father was saying. His sister was discussing the celebration planned for the following week. Kirill was turning thirty, and the entire pack was preparing a grand celebration in his honor.
“Maxim, are you even listening to me?” Maura’s voice cut through his thoughts.
“Did you ask something?”
“Are you hearing me at all? I’m asking who’s going to be Kirill’s companion at the celebration.”
“I don’t know,” he replied dryly and turned his gaze back to the car window.
“Well, fine. We’ll arrive, and I’ll ask him myself. Max, how are things going with that girl of yours?”
“Nothing,” he answered curtly. “And I don’t want to talk about it.”
Maura glanced at their father, searching for support, but Miroslav merely turned away and continue
